[She's grateful to need to get up and pour more drinks; because this is easier to talk about when she doesn't look Cambridge in the eye.]

Horatio's inmate. Nice lad, actually; I think you'd find 'im interesting. We talk a lot about death and ...any road, a couple of weeks back 'e asked if I'd let 'im kill me. And I said yes. So we went and did it in the Enclosure so as not to leave a mess, and ...I know.

And I didn't 'esitate to say yes. Not for a second. I don't want to be dead, you understand; I've very much internalised the death toll 'ere. It's a bad 'abit to get into and I'm not sure 'ow well I can get meself out of it.

And then ...well, let me show you.

[She hands Cambridge a fresh drink and her communicator, showing this conversation, and busies herself selecting massage oils while he reads it.]