You can only drink so much water, even when you're working hard, before something the idea of having something else becomes much more appealing. Fortescue notices that there's tea about and, relieved, pours herself a mug, making note of Donna's presence nearby. They haven't met in person yet, and her hair is a brighter shade of red than it looked on the wrist comms.

Not that such tiny little screens should be considered reliable.

She snags herself a biscuit, too, and flops nearby with a pleased sigh. "You're a savior, Donna."