It would appear we have little but time at the moment, Mamzel. Would you like to sit and swap recollections for the moment? [ Gaunt looks to festivities, and shakes his head. ] No, forget the idea for the moment. I suspect our tales are too grim for such a festive time. But perhaps we have lighter accounts we can make of our lives up until this point?
[ The grizzled Commissar gives her a hopeful look. ]