Jura woke to shivering and being stared at by elves, considering the semi-hallucinatory state she was in it was a miracle she hadn't gone psycho on them, sometimes training counts, one of them was offering her a mince-pie, which proved that if not Anglophiles, at least they understood the Englishness of Yuletide, she thanked it for the kindness and reached for the whisky, if she was going to help here she first had to defeat the flu.