“Well, don’t thank me yet,” she says with a wry half-smile. “Wait and see if it’s actually gonna work.” Because she doesn’t know for sure that she can help him, only that she wants to try. She wants to do better with her life than she has up until now - certainly better than assisting a group of would-be revolutionaries with good intentions but problematic methods. She wants to do good.

“We do actually have hot drinks here,” and she counts them out on her fingers: “We can do a hot toddy, spiced hot chocolate, spiked coffee ... regular coffee. Pretty sure I’ve got everything to make a hot buttered rum, too. Any of those sound good? It’s on me.”