"Oh gosh, she told them she was a seer, I think. Which is ulcerous, as if they were to press too much she would have absolutely wrecked herself. Not ideal," she chuntered on, hands slapping her knees. "But, not much to do about that. Cassius knows, the boys know. I might or might not die, here or in the future."
She shifted again, reached down for her bottle and took a giant swig, swishing it around behind her teeth before gulping it down. "You know him better than anyone else here. I don't know most of you, not really. Any advice? You're far better at the whole keeping your arse out of trouble bit."