"Are ye?" she grins.

This Scottish-Pirate accent should be wearing on her by now, but it doesn't seem to faze her in the slightest.

"Well now, chalk anotherrr up to an Amelia Pond success story," she preens, hands on her hips.

She's feeling so good about herself, she might just try doing it again sometime.

"Where arr ye going with all that rum?" Pause. "And ... all them birds?"

She squints at the one closest to her, as if daring it to start something.