"Just washing my 'ands," Sian called back. "I was gettin' a ewe out of a ditch when Dad found me and I came straight here."
She reappeared, flannel shirt gone, looking pink and scrubbed in a little lace trimmed singlet. "Come on then, Andy, let's get you in that ol' chair and see what that baby's doing. Does that camera 'ave to be on you? S'not really a spectator sport, is it, now?"
"No it isn't," Andy said, wincing as they helped her to her feet. "Guys, excuse me, I'm going out of sight for a bit."