"I suspect that'll be enough, to cover being foreign... Speaking of, I haven't been specifying where I am from - do you have an origin you prefer?"

"Somewhere they speak English, I'm not good enough at any other languages to fake being a native speaker." 

"The British Isles would be best, then, I suspect?"

Nod. "English, probably. I know just enough about Ireland and Scotland and Wales to know how much I don't know." 

"I know some, but certainly more about England." She smiles a bit. "So we are charmingly foreign English ladies."

"Maybe we should go! We can see the sights, work on the accent..." 

"Certainly! There's a number of occult traditions there, as well."

"The English translation of the Necronomicon is supposed to have been done by John Dee." 

"...I wonder if we could find his grave."

"Ooooooooh." 

"Perhaps we can." 

"We'll have quite the motley lot by the time we're done," she says with a laugh.

"We should bring what's needed for the reduction with us, then--or source it there, but either way powders will be less suspicious to bring back with us than corpses." 

"Easier to transport as well, especially if we acquire multiple."

"I'm sure we could manage if that were the only consideration but yes." 

"We'll have to consider the ease of transporting the distillation supplies. Some of them are quite specialized..."

"I'll find someone in England that I have a loose acquaintanceship through the University or a friend in common with or something and write them saying I expect to visit and do they have any idea where I can find the following supplies for experiments while I'm there. Someone who's a complete medical layperson so they won't have any inkling what kind of 'experiments' I mean to do." 

"That seems a good place to start, yes. I can also investigate the creation of a more portable alchemical lab."

"Oh, excellent--and if that can be achieved, perhaps it can be disguised to look like a doctor's kit." 

"It'll be a good project, though I am unsure how quickly I can proceed..."

"We have time." 

She turns the conversation to assorted tools, and how best to get by in an experiment with one tool doing multiple tasks...

It's enough to last them the rest of the drive.

They get to the hotel. 

Helen dyes her hair. 

"Oh wow, this looks weird," she giggles, looking at herself in the mirror. 

"Like an entirely different person. Helen Bolton, my cousin."

"Well, that was the aim. If I don't have to do elaborate makeup every day to look like a suspiciously similar replacement rather than the dead girl risen from the grave herself, all to the better."