"Bold of you to assume I haven't gone mad in the process. For all you know I went home every morning, made tea by putting the bag in after the milk, and climbed into bed with my boots on." She shakes her head. "But seriously, Sam thinks the place has made me morbid. All because I said he'd probably like it if the new girl carried around his severed tongue so he could lick all her stamps. Some people, really."

She is not beating the morbid humour allegations any time soon. Obviously.

"Anyway, I guess you're not wrong."