See - that there? That with the sharp beak and the inhumanly large, pointy, dangerous-looking talons stalking about not too far away? Yeah, that just about sobers her up neatly.

Not to say that some corner of her mind isn't mildly intrigued by the fact that her lips are tingling. They're obediently silent for once, but still tingling.

'Lovely,' says the overjoyed arc of her raised eyebrow. 'Just lovely.'