"Not really," Emma replied dryly, "but I know you two aren't going to let it go, and besides, how will I deal with it if I can't talk about it, right?" She picked a cookie out of the tin and dunked it in the milk before taking a bite.
"Well yes, but, not until you're ready to deal with it?" Ang smiled a little, and made tea as the kettle boiled, "I just, oh dear, what if it had been you?"
"But it wasn't me, you might know the woman it was though, we think her name is Jazz?" Emma sighed, "She was pretty battered, but she seemed to be ok, if a little stunned when the ambulance took her to St Martin's."