Eden sets her kit down and sits in the chair next to his bed, reclining back into it casually. "Yeah," she says. "Didn' get much a chance to this this sort of shite back when I was in Ireland." By much a chance, she means any chance at all, considering what she did do back in Ireland, but that's neither here nor there.

"Makes me think. It's better than sittin' at home and stockpilin' C4 and watchin' bad TV, for fuckin' sure."