It's a little startling to be told an opinion another version of yourself had, but Watson considers this, then nods, slowly. He presses the button in the lift

"Yes, that would be a rather good idea. Have you seen the electric ice boxes in the cabins? That may be the best place to keep your blood fresh. It may not be the most convenient place, but it will be the most secure." There are too many vampires around for him to think much about leaving the blood in any public space. "I am... reasonably certain there are the materials for a transfusion in the infirmary. I haven't yet had to do one here, but I've gone through the equipment and drugs provided as best I can. It isn't all familiar to me, regrettably, but I've been making a close study of it."

The lift lurches into movement; Watson leans on his cane as Rosalind leans on him. He watches her face closely.