Fred Weasley. Don't think I shall remember it-- sorry, nothing to do with you, only-- a lot going on up here. [She frames her head with her fingers.] I'm Sexy. Or the TARDIS. Idris sometimes, though that was really more her name than-- [Annnnnd she doesn't even finish this sentence before she's off to something else again.]

What were you asking, sorry? Oh right, no, no, I don't think he'll want much from you at all other than to talk. Possibly a bit of running.