Carrick gives a small, awkward smile. "That's the part we're not sure what to do with, dear girl. You're dangerous to us in so many ways. You'll have to forgive us looking so unkempt; we really are more or less at our worst..."
And they are -- though they both do a good job of hiding it, there's a tenseness and an aura around them that bleeds grief slowly as a hundred papercuts.