Charley can't quite stifle her little laugh at Nova's pleased little explanation, but she presses a hand to her mouth in an effort to do so anyway.

'Well, that's all right,' she says kindly once the laugh has retreated into a crooked little smile. 'I daresay we've got our share of baggage as well.' And then, after a pause, 'It is very odd to refer to oneself in the plural.'