Algy left Livvy where she was to scrub down in the sink. The sink itself was spotless, so as he rinsed away the soap suds, he could go straight to filling the sink with cool water. He glanced over his shoulder at the doctor's question as he worked, letting Brooke speak first.
He caught her scornful look and only met her eyes impassively for a second, utterly unaffected by her apparent miniature tantrum about being whacked with some common sense. He'd thought an Exchange agent would act more professionally, more maturely, but perhaps standards were slacker here. Neither the time nor place, so Algy looked back to his work as he answered the doctor himself.
“Algy Trevelyan, doctor. No association with the Exchange on this side of the pond,” the dragon offered, giving the doctor the rough outline of a picture.
He turned away from the sink, letting it run, as he observed the doctor deftly cutting Livvy out of her burnt clothing and stood at the ready to assist with whatever he was directed to do. He had an ear out for the running sink, timing it for when he had to shut it off.
He caught her scornful look and only met her eyes impassively for a second, utterly unaffected by her apparent miniature tantrum about being whacked with some common sense. He'd thought an Exchange agent would act more professionally, more maturely, but perhaps standards were slacker here. Neither the time nor place, so Algy looked back to his work as he answered the doctor himself.
“Algy Trevelyan, doctor. No association with the Exchange on this side of the pond,” the dragon offered, giving the doctor the rough outline of a picture.
He turned away from the sink, letting it run, as he observed the doctor deftly cutting Livvy out of her burnt clothing and stood at the ready to assist with whatever he was directed to do. He had an ear out for the running sink, timing it for when he had to shut it off.