"Good thinking." Scarlet loaded the packets into the bag, and into a second one for himself to carry. "Isn't this just the best job?" He disliked going into that en suite and seeing the sad contents, but at the same time, couldn't go far away from it either.
There had been a cooling unit recently plugged in to blow cold air into the small bathroom, and it make Scarlet's skin prickle as they went in with the bags. He tried to work quickly to take out the most melted packets and replace them, but he was blowing on his fingers and tucking them under his armpits after a short amount of time.
"Thanks for getting that sorted, mate," he said, glancing up at Stutely. "Getting hold of this much ice in the middle of summer is a challenge."