"Nah, mate," Bob thinks he probably doesn't want any moments that require him to be alone. He's not good at entertaining himself on a normal day and especially not days he ends up... not in London.

"I'm good, yeah? Just um. Think it was the blue stuff. Feel a bit like I'm going to chunder." And to anyone not from London? That would be his five second warning that he might be about to throw up. Mind your shoes, Doctor.