Like now. [Bam. He nods, the british part of him wants to offer her a handkerchief but all he had was scraps of moldy sheet and he's pretty sure she'd punt him into next year if he gave her that.

He stands a bit stiffly before offering her a hand and a small smile, reassuring and what not.] The sooner the better, I'd say. Last I saw Calhoun he was by his shop, he'll probably be over there again.