"Together," she says, in what's probably meant to be a dismissive scoff, going by the light roll of her eyes as she raises her glass in a mock toast before raising it back to her lips. But it's not got quite as much venom behind it as her attitude to Johnny's whole deal back when she first talked to him in her own skin.

A part of her really wants to believe. That part is just buried deep beneath years of the old cruise and months of the paper-thin camaraderie in the Archives.

Yet it's not as deep as it used to be.