(Quietly, to Fernod:) Behave yourself, you bloody imp. (To Maggie:) Pleased to meet you, Maggie. I'm Rove, and my... Apparently thirsty... colleague here is Fernod.

It's going to be okay, Magz. I'll help you get through this.  Listen, Gordon's going to have to close up shop for a week or so until this all blows over. We usually head out to The Mullet Man for drinks after work, and it looks like we'll be going in a little early today. Why don't you come along and we can get to know you better?  First round's on me.

(Narrating) A click of a button and I was back in my car, belly protruding with chunks of werewolf hunter and friends.  I'll never understand why Gordon gave the stupid reality shifting device to Peter instead of me. Especially after all we've been through together.  Especially when he knows I have needs.  Well moot point now, I suppose.