Chloe's already slamming the truck door shut by the time Charlie comes hobbling out into view. Covered in plaster, powdered brick and pulverized stone and sporting a brand new limp, there's no dismissing the idea that he could be badly injured.

It's why she promptly leans out the window and asks, rather cheerfully: "Need a lift, cowboy?"

She won't mention the dirt if you don't mention the eye, Charlie.