[ One moment, William has his sandwich container, and the next, it's gone. The redhead ends up staring at his empty hand, whilst she settles back with her tea. Maybe she needs a nap. ]

--Keep me focused. Right. [ A sniff. ] I have to admit, I don't quite understand... It's something I'm apparently good at, and I find it exciting, but what goes into it? We don't guide them to the light, or anything of the sort, do we?