"My plan?" she asked with a groan, as if it was the worst question on a exam she hadn't studied for. "Right now? A shower and a sleep. I don't think I can plan much further ahead than that until my head stops pounding," she admitted.
"Eh- Jesus. Right- yeah- I'll show you were the- and I'll go and get you some-" Malcolm was saying, in a daze, missing out words. It would sink in soon. Oh, he was sure he was going to be hit by a ton of bricks in a moment.