Do you suppose, Mister Hickey, that you'd let me get a free hit in?

[She's only kidding, probably though she lets that linger in the air for a few moments, her smile as sharp as the garden spade she's using in place of her typical thin dagger. She's also smashed a teacup (sorry Manba) and has the sharded handle in case of emergencies.]

... Since I've made my commitment to the living, I'd better make sure nothing gets through into the garden. We don't want a repeat of yesterday, do we?