[Elizabeth makes a spluttering sound that dies very quickly-- probably because she doesn't want Rosalind discovering the various brassieres she's taken to collecting.]

A full year? [Elizabeth sits up, looking at the croissant and tea again and deciding that if Rosalind was picking out her clothes, she had best eat while she could.] I suppose that's right... I've been here for nearly a year, and I've never once seen a draft actually happen.