That would probably make a few squirrels really unhappy with him, but it was still better than ruining a perfectly good blanket!

Nina tried the door and, finding it unlocked (not that a locked door would have stopped her, mind), pushed it open and stepped inside, surveying the room, and Owen.

And… er. Making a bit of a face at the smell.

"You look like rubbish," she said, determinedly cheerful as she wandered over to him, keeping an eye out for whatever reeked like that—vomit was pretty hard to mistake—and offering him the water bottle. "How are you feeling????????????????"