[ he's right, she realises, and scolds herself for missing something so obvious. there is no sign of anything being carried along by the current. just that swirling vortex beneath them, and a blanket of fog thicker than ever choking the air around them. more things that simply don't add up with one another. Evie scowls. ]

Agreed - on both counts. [ and then the scowl morphs into the most scrunched-up face of disgust imaginable at the idea of getting into the water. the smell alone is enough to put one off. ] But one of us is going to have to get a lot closer if we're to collect a sample.

[ she hops up onto the top of the ledge protecting pedestrians from an untimely fall into the foul waters of the Thames, trying to gauge things like hand- and foot-holds. though truth be told, she's of a mind with Jacob about this. she absolutely does not want to risk falling into that river. ]

Hm. [ she eyes the rope launcher on her gauntlet critically. ] What if we made use of the rope launcher as an anchor somehow?