"Blimey, get in the house now, won't you? Speaking of that, which one is your house?" He came up behind her, falling in step just beside her, a weighted paper grocery bag balanced in his hands. "You're as white as a ghost, Doctor Grey. Here, hold this." He placed the bag within her grasp—which initially probably seemed like a very rude thing to do considering her condition. He then quickly shed his tweed jacket and set it over her shoulders before reclaiming the paper sack.
"Come along then, Jean. Let's get you off your feet and figure out the soup situation."