The old man had been rather unpleasant to Watson just a moment ago.
But Watson didn't mind it at all, maintaining his polite demeanor, he bowed his head and crawled into the other's 'home.'
The space inside an abandoned steam boiler was inevitably small, probably less than 5 square meters. Apart from something made of cardboard and plastic in the corner, that could hardly be called a "bed," there was some scavenged trash, used cans, and a small stove stacked with bricks.
Naturally, the steam boiler couldn't offer much in the way of warmth, so the steel surface, having been blown by the night wind for a long time, emanated bursts of coldness.
Watson, dressed in his expensive attire and with a faintly noble air about him, seemed quite out of place here. However, he didn't mind and casually pulled over a thick piece of cardboard to sit on.
