I'm many things, my blind stranger, but cruelty... well, it's one of the things I am, but not this time. Yes, sadly, I am being very serious.

[She scrubs her face with her left hand, stopping at her mouth, staring distantly at the sheet. Horrible to think that she'd rather take a billion amount of whatever as a bill than the fate of a planet.

It's the small things in life.

When he asks for Davenshire, she cocks her head. This all over, never-ending.]

No, love, most likely we're very far from Davenshire. Where in the universe we are, I don't know, but it's not my home, and nor is it yours I believe.