Ronan looked over, his eyes unreadable. "Yeah, you would have. What prompted that to begin with?" He was reaching into his bag, searching for what he needed; it seemed, though, that he'd been putting more in there than he realised, and before long he was up to his shoulder as he reached down to the bottom of the claudication.

It should be noted that the bag was by no means big enough, at least from the outside, to accommodate his arm.