"Calm yourself, Dornez, or I'll call in the orderlies and have them tie you down to your chair," said Seras primly, turning up her nose, "And, I like Manchester."

Seras reached into her bag and rummaged, pulling out a tin of English Shortbread.

"I brought this for you," she said, "But, I'll only leave it if you promise to actually eat it and not just sit there brooding at it."