"Which sort do I seem like to you?" And there's a flash of a grin there before she leans forward, hands clasped in front of her. Oooh, but that buzz was settling in nicely. Now there was an almost playful edge to her stance, eyeing Sam up and down.

"So, what needs to be done in order to keep you in the business of making that?" And the miracle machine in front of her gets a jab of her index finger. Might as well make life a little easier for the one scratching your back, right?