"Really?" Sara Jane drops the compact into her lap, rapt. "Have you ever MET a prince? Oh, wouldn't that be something?"

The Balladeer coughs something that sounds suspiciously like 'number six'.

Sara Jane laughs, a little. "Well, you wouldn't catch me divorcing a PRINCE easy. And don't you get too comfortable, I'm not finished with you yet." She points at the Balladeer, in a way that would seem like a joke if everyone here didn't know that she's armed and potentially dangerous.