Neil nods, sullen and suddenly overwhelmed by the whole thing. Really, except for losing people and getting swept off to London for three days that felt like a week and change, Darrow hasn't done a whole lot to him. Plenty at him, with the various beasts and monsters and mad things happening. But never to him.

Rosie has that look of practical determination, and Neil lets it waken a bit of hope in him.

"I don't think any of my clothes are going to fit, really," he says softly. "...because I'm short." Among other reasons, but the height is definitely weird.