Nick, managing only to wince slightly, reached his hand deep into the stomach of an ichthyosaur, rummaging around for anything unusual. He pulled his hand out as Stephen elbowed him, nudging his head towards the door, where Lester was standing, along with a smart-looking brown haired woman. Nick stood up, wiping his hand on his shirt, and went over to them.
"Nick Cutter," he said, holding his somewhat-muddy hand out to the woman, who shook it firmly and, quite admirably, Nick thought, resisted wiping it on her jacket,
"Harriet Jones, Prime Minister." she said. "Can I have a word, Professor?"