She's waited with surprising patience for a woman who owns a vortex manipulator. Perhaps because she'll do anything she can to put off this conversation, bar anything as obvious as zapping out of here and running across the universe as fast as she can. She's been doing that for long enough.

When Methos walks in, her head turns to see him staring at her, and all her plans of explanation go out of the window. She smiles brightly at him, like this is any old visit. Perhaps the news could wait just a little longer.

"Hello, dear," she says, seeming to make more of a point of relaxing on his couch. "Surprised to see me? It must have been a while."