Anneka sighed. “It’s no good. We’re going to need some snap-on rubbers.”

Christine nodded. “I’ll head to stores, see if we still have any,” she said.

“Snap-on plastic pants?” asked Geraint, scowling behind the Stores counter, “Come on. You know policy is for pull-on. They leak less and they reinforce how infantile the prisoner looks.”

“Yes,” said Christine, “but we’ve put her in a diaper so thick we can’t actually bring her legs close enough together to pull on the pull-ons.”