"I've read his files, Ace," says Wells. "He's survived worse."

He'd love to start yelling about now, or at least snarling, but he's got an Ace to look after first. The growling can start later.

"There's my room upstairs," he says, raising his voice as he puts his hand on Ace's shoulder. "Bar'll give you the key. Take that lot up there and hang it over the tub for the moment. We'll be here."