[He goes to the chair, lifts it bodily, forearms going through the spokes of the wheels, like a very dour forklift. No handles, of course, not that that would be efficient for keeping her above the waterline in any case. He is aware that water engines power the chair could have his hands off in seconds, in other circumstances. But they are not in other circumstances, and Marsh is practical enough not to dwell.]
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You will have to get the door behind us.
[He doubts she'd prefer it standing open.]