[She can't shoot people with a sling, Jim. Come on, son.

Sitting up a bit, she tried to get as comfortable as she could before answering.]

Had two weeks in Nice a few years back...[And here she closed her eyes in remembrance, the sea air almost within reach.] ...I could get used to the French Riviera, you know. Just whiling away the afternoons in a seat at an outdoor café under an umbrella with an espresso or a glass of rosé, just watching the world go by.

[Just then, her phone vibrated with a message from the Yard: someone was on their way with proper painkillers and a spare charger for their mobiles.

Louise texted back:

That sounds heavenly. Would it be too much to ask for a takeaway, as well? We've not eaten in ages. --L]