Oh like she's never heard that tone before, honestly. She finds a towel cabinet on her way back from the ice machine and snags a couple of the softest flannels she can find.

And then she's back, her face set with a resolute determination. "Keep your voice down. I think they heard you in Outer Mongolia." She bundles some ice into the bin liner and wraps it in a flannel. "Put your chin up. And before you roar again, you introduced me to her. You showed up at my door on Christmas Eve, told me to throw a nice frock and some clean knickers in a bag, that we were off to Manchester for the duration."