You've 'ad some weird and unexplainable and awful crap 'appen to you, though. I can see it on your face. You and all Scott's lot.

[For a moment she's eyeing him searchingly, as though by staring hard enough she could see past his skin and bones and into his past. Then she catches herself, and just smiles intstead.]

We most of us 'ave, of course, or we wouldn't be 'ere. I don't know of a better place to fix them kind of troubles. It's why I love it so.