That's when Klaus decides that he really will never be able to predict her reactions, because if there is one time he would have thought that she would be mad, it would be then, but no, she's thanking him and kissing him and she tastes of the despicable flavour of blood the replicator doled out, and so does he, he's sure, but there's no stopping that kiss, that kiss matters too much, his hand raising to her face to gently cup it.

"I can't do what I used to," he tells her, when they break apart. "Just like with every-bloody-thing else since I arrived here. Are you alright?" he asks, looking into her eyes with genuine concern.