[ Almost as soon as she appears in the doorway, he's on his feet, taking just a few tentative steps towards her. Not close enough to be in her space, but near enough to catch her should she fall. The strap of his back is already slung over his shoulder, pulling at his jacket. He doesn't know much about where she comes from but he knows it's bad news, and yet, when it comes to her, he stays his ground instead of running from Sparrows' shadow entirely. ]

'D you think I hadn't figured that out already? [ The words are forced, like he knows he shouldn't be joking at a time like this but he doesn't know what else to do. ]

Look, you— sit down for a bit, Polly. I'll pull the car 'round t' the front. [ Neither of them are getting all that far on two feet, and Barry's bike isn't exactly going to do them a whole world of good. ] Or y' want t' come with me down t' the garage?