Morag frowned. 'I'm.....sorry?' she offered, not sure exactly why she was apologizing but he sounded so sad.... 'I didn't think I was that threatening. Maybe I should try wearing dresses more often....' She frowned again. That hadn't even made sense.
Shaking her head, she turned to look at the corner of the room. Banjo? What was banjo? Was that some sort of game?
Turning back to Antonin, she rubbed her head. Maybe her headache was worse than she'd thought. 'Are you making sense?' she asked crossly.
'No, I don't have spots. They wouldn't dare!' she said shortly. 'I just have a headache.' She purposely took a seat where she couldn't see the nasty tube going down to his arm.
Oh, damn! Now she'd thought of it!
'I think I'm going to be sick....' she muttered, closing her eyes and swallowing convulsively.