He smacked his forehead. "Sorry. I keep forgetting you're not 'my' Rose! The Lady Cassandra O'Brien Dot Delta Seventeen is - well, was - a very rich, very spoilt piece of skin connected to a brain in a jar. Rose and I met her on our first excursion together. This time, she decided she wanted a real body, so she took over first Jack's and then mine and... well. I'm sure it was funny seeing her in me too, but - " he sniggered - "Jack with a posh accent and extremely feminine mannerisms..." He snorted, and then laughed - and then guffawed at the memory.