It's fortunate that Barrow, who also went to Stark's world, also knows what a refrigerator is: it gives him pause only for a moment, and he shakes his head like a dog flicking away water.

"Too early," he repeats, gritting his teeth, "'s late enough to know it's shit. Don't think I'm cut out for this, mate." His gaze flits from the healer to the racks of potions and medicines behind him: surely there wouldn't be any lyrium just sitting there, but what if...?

"It's a bad call."