Skulduggery is quick to guide Rosalind toward one of the tables directly outside the nearby cafe. It's easier to let her grab a seat while he darts inside, ripping a handful of flimsy napkins from a dispenser.

"Well," he says on his return, placing the napkins on the table for her to use. "That seems like a lot of fun." As much as he'd like to ask what happened, there, he figures it might be better served to wait until she's got her bloody nose under control. "I can find a doctor, if you need one."