[She doesn't ask whether or not the diplomat's family survived it. Iris has yet to divine the nature of this flood, but Cain tells her the truth as a rule; so she doesn't ask for truths she'd rather not hear.]

We should do the Orient Express sometime. Mid-1930s for preference. Climbing along the top strictly optional, but it's a great run either way.

[She kneads his back and shoulders, and her voice falls into a rhythmic, soothing singsong to match it.]

There's two parts to it. We need to grow you a timeship. My bus and me 'ave been working up to that. Ready to kick it off any time. I'll need to take us clear of the Barge, float out in the vortex away from outside influences. She'll take a while to grow, and I 'ave to build 'er a body - oh, I've got a great idea for that, I'll tell you later.

And then you. I'll take you to the Sisterhood and they're going to want to go through your 'ead and your timeline. Could be worse. There's one faction that'd need you to kill all your own ancestors for an initiation rite; the sisters'll just want to know you're not in it for stupid reasons. That there's enough of you to take it.

And then they'll change you.