Anne couldn't have turned the wheel faster even if he had asked her to. The thought that she was pumping chemical fluid into a dead body was enough to make her sick. She gladly slowed down when he asked her to. In fact, she stopped altogether. For a second she looked up, and caught sight of a blotted limp. Then she quickly looked down. The image was still before her mind's eye and mixed with the memory of Tom's deformed body when he had washed ashore at last. Anne noticed she was trembling, and when Gus spoke again, she merely nodded, her eyes straight on the device in her hands.