Her movement had brought no more acknowledgement than a blink and a return to the present. That was a few minutes ago, so by the time she emerges from the bathroom, he can actually answer her question.

'Nil-nil.'

He's turned sideways, head resting on the back of the sofa. Facing her, now she's sitting down. His gaze runs over her face for a long time, then he pulls it away. Like maybe he's been thinking of something to say, but isn't sure whether to say it or not.

'We won't win.'