"I've been trying to get my hands on some sort of pistol. Soon, I hope, but a night like this does make me a bit impatient."

Watson pauses, passing a hand over his face. "Mr. Salazar, I am heartily sorry that this is how we had to meet. Basic first aid is all I can ask for, at a time like this. Good God, if nothing else we'll have to wait until we're certain they're not lurking around the door." This is sensible. He's unarmed, he can't do much of anything until things settle down. He tells himself this and still he wants to barge out into the night.

"Do you mind if I smoke?"