"If you need anything, I'm right next door," Owen said quietly. There wasn't much else he could do here except fret, and that wasn't going to help anyone. If he had his books, his equipment, if he had the means that he usually used, he might be able to come up with something. He hadn't realized how dependent that he had become upon those things in order to make a diagnosis. He'd like to think that he was better at this than that.
"Room 130, over there. Just bang on the wall," Owen said, offering her a playful smile as he pointed to the wall that was shared between this flat and his.