'Guppy?'

Her eyebrows rise and her chin dips to her chest.

'What did you say to him?'

She's only heard the doctor mentioned in passing, but he doesn't seem like the kind of man who'd scrap just for the sake of scrapping.

While she talks, her hands unfold one of the tea towels on the trolley. It has a plastic packet of blue goo in it. She folds it up so there's only one layer of cloth around it, and hands it to him. It's as cold as an ice pack, but much more flexible.