It's a kind of gallow's humour that she knows well: keeping the mood up even in the face of sheer, absurd (and sometimes frankly stupid) odds. Brigitte laughs, clear and bell-like. "I mean, things look pretty calm and boring right now but that's actually no guarantee whatsoever. Maybe in a few minutes we'll be teleported off a cliff."

Brigitte throws her hands up in the air, as if giving up her fate to their unseen captors. Her continually-expanded work rotas are pretty obviously an attempt to feel some kind of control over her situation and she knows it, but: whatever gets them through the day.

"I am glad you're comfortable, though! I wanted to get to know you better. I'd meant to say hi again after the party, but I was tied up down south for a while."