[ Though there's some disappointment in his face, it's less because Nynaeve's failed to supply an answer and more for his own helplessness. Marty's brows furrow, but he understands what she means, in the end-- Tub Guy and Tub Lady's fates are sealed for now, and there's nothing either of them can do about it. ]

I... [ Best not to dwell on what he can't do, and to focus on what he can do instead. ] I'm pretty sure I saw a bucket in the other bathroom. The lady in there can't hurt me either, right?

[ These poor bathroom spirits. Marty understands experiments and the joy of them, but to do them at such a cost is beyond his comprehension.

So he stops comprehending it. Marty gets back to his feet, carefully rolls the parchment into its original shape, and then slips it into his relatively roomy vest pocket. ]

I'll be back in a jiffy.

[ And with that, he's off. This time, there isn't any panicking or screaming, but if he lingers a moment longer to give the muttering lady in the tub a sad look, that's his business alone. ]