Georgie was hit by a wave of nausea, leaning on Macquarie House's fireplace. "Don't puke!" she thought, hand over her mouth, trembling. Team Shit was due for a post-crisis meeting soon; if her suspicions were true, a quick marriage was necessary. Plans needed making, her image saved, and a discreet chat with a footman arranged. Interrupted by footsteps, she snapped, "Finally! What took you so long?!"