I have some affairs I need to see to before they get out of hand. And they have nothing to do with shivering or timbers, I assure you.

[One such affair was a currently unaccounted-for husband, though, and knowing the trouble he could get into, it could very well involve both of those things. The other was that she was beginning to feel a bit boxed in, stuck in this sprawling city with no obvious access to the sea. Surely that creeping sensation of claustrophobia was bad for one's health.]