She saunters back in, nervously, humming a tune Hardiman sings when he thinks no one is listening, "All her praises are shrouded with clouds of blue..."

Taking quick stock of the sitcheeayshun she has created for her own sillie self, bit seeing that the gang have moved on now to even lower lows, she slips quietly into place beside the Ancient Mariner. "I fell in," she says.