[She glances around.] Maybe someday it will seem like a place where good things happen.
[But right now it just seems like the place she found a dismembered Ianto on the floor and the walls coated in Bible verses written with his blood. It's also the place she went when she finally broke down after Reid disappeared—drunk, heart-sick, clinging to her oldest prison friend. A man who was as much monster as man some days.
A couple coats of paint and a wedding isn't going to cover all that up. But maybe time will help. Maybe she'll just steer clear when she's not playing best man.]