Moira doesn't put up a fight as James leads them into a car, something she would have done before they wound up in that labyrinth from hell together. She stumbles, still giggling at everything, but manages to make it into the car without much incident.

"I'm not going to puke, no worries," she assures them, her words slurred and uneven. Once sat down, she leans over and rests her head on James' shoulder because it seems like the natural thing to do; his body is sturdy, warm, and comfortable, and she finds herself feeling better for leaning against him.

"You make a good pillow, James," she tells him, eyelids fluttering as she tries to stay awake.