[ Hector turns, slowly beginning to make his way towards another part of the canal a bit farther down, one that has yet to be cleaned. His gaze remains on Dorothea, though, inviting her to walk along with him. ]

I always find myself cleaning up after everyone else. I sometimes wonder if they do it on purpose and then expect me to show up to take care of it.

[ Despite the joking in his tone, he's serious. And by "cleaning," he probably doesn't mean it in the literal sense. ]

Well. It could be worse. At least we're just cleaning up after a storm and not...risking our lives.