[Mal clutches the edges of her blanket in small, pale hands and pulls it around herself like a shawl. Sitting down on his couch she kicks off her shoes and tucks her feet underneath her for a moment, not looking at him as she speaks.]

Dom and I had a fight. [Bowing her head.] He's around so very little and we had plans and he did not turn up, and I should not have shouted, but I fear he is married to that silver case more than he is married to me.