"Make fun of you? Bloody hell, how old do you even think I am?" Okay, so she was making fun of him. But it was more pointed and angry then that. "I'm arguing with you, there's a difference."

She took a long drink from her glass, swallowing the gin down without a second thought, or need for a chaser.

"Ah, right, what you said during the campaign. Pity for you, then. I'm more of an actions speak louder than words sort of girl."