[empty mug forgotten in her lap, Enya tries to stifle her laughter (or at least keep the volume down out of consideration for the other Pawns that might be trying to get some shuteye).]

Oh, quiet! I'm nothing like bein' hit by a van.

[well, if Nicholas and Meryl met like that and they're this close, then maybe Enya doesn't have to worry so much about having ruined everything.]

Did yeh have to take yer medicine then, too?