Taking the offered utensils, she looks a little quizzical before she starts digging in. (She's really worked up a hell of an appetite considering she hasn't gotten around much today.)

Baby named Anthony, lives in the staff wing, has adopted kid...

"Dora Tonks or something like that?"

Maybe Anthony's just a popular baby name here at the end of the universe.

"I met her once, about seven months ago." She finally kind of attacks her steak with the fork and knife. "She's really nice."

And the little boy was adorable. There was just something about seeing a new mother with her tiny baby that sort of drove her to distraction at the time, and at just over two months pregnant herself, talking to someone who obviously knew the feeling felt pretty fucking confessional.