"An' so I remind him every day," she says, taking a swig off Sam's bottle.

A small flicker of sadness crosses her face. She can be impertinent and brusque, but she does miss the idiot. Most of the time she feels like the lucky one.

"Go on, then. What arrr ye up to gallivantin' about with this much grog? Don't play innocent with me," she says, stabbing him in the breastbone with a finger to accentuate her point.