Long mutters something uncomplimentary in the privacy of his room and flops back onto the bed, forearm flung up over his eyes.

Sigh. He lifts the tablet and types again after a few seconds.

If you can restrain your curiosity until, at least, sunrise, I should be willing to go with you and bring along appropriate supplies, Mr. Holmes. An expedition is always better served by a hamper. Steamed pork buns within, perhaps.