His lips purse and his eyes examine her face for a brief moment. He's acutely aware of how much he needs a bath and a shave and also, how much he doesn't care. All he wants to do is sit here and eat breakfast with her and ignore everything else.

When did they ever get what they want?

'It's goin' to be a mess when we get back. Inquiry after inquiry. I don' even know if they'll squash the Plymouth transfer. Wouldn' surprise me if the Chief Constable doesn' push it through anyway.'

Not that he'll let it happen. After what they just did, he's not going to be afraid of throwing a few threats around if the brass get difficult with him. He just wants her to realise that they're going to be walking out of here into a shit storm.