As she said this, she waved her hand to the expansive dirt compound that had a large cylindrical cement water tank placed on a concrete stand near the dorm. In the daylight on offer, Sabienn could make out that adjacent to the tank were open stormwater drains and gullies filled with a purple fluid resting in puddles.
“The water tank’s empty?” asked Bray.
“The water tank’s full,” replied Kerren. “The rainwater of the dorm roof is piped to it.”
“But the water inside is contaminated?” said Bray.
“As far as I know it’s totally fine,” said Kerren matter-of-factly. “But it’s been there for some time.”
“And you can’t drink the purple water?” asked Bray.
“Are you trying to be funny?” said Kerren pointedly to Bray’s line of questions. “The purple water has dye. From the garments we make. It’s
