"He ain't watched very fuckin' closely, is he?" he asked, extending his arm with a wince. "Here, you sit down, I can stand," he said, standing up. It was his arm that was fucked, not his leg, and if Adelaide would move to sit, he'd perch himself on his desk so she could do whatever needed doing.

"I was trying to get food from the kitchens, right?" he explained. "So he comes along and says let's just go get the food they leave for us so we did and only then did he tell me who he bloody was. Did you know he ain't even sorry for what he did?"