Noble took a step back from the fence. "Yeah," he said, "You can take a look at an antidote I'm working on." He smiled at her, wry — his expression was more genuine this time. "Let me know if I'm messing anything up." It was perhaps a little sketchy of his client to be seeking antidotes outside of the hospital, but they paid very well and it wasn't Noble's job to figure out if something illegal was going on. (Especially not when he was a person who dabbled in illegalities himself.)

He led the way from the gate to his workshop, unlocked the door with a flick of his wand, and held it open for her. "After you, Miss Hunniford," Noble said.