115 - Messy [Elizabeth Braddock] I hope you'll pardon the untidiness in our quarters, Elizabeth. I've been feeling under the weather.
If it wouldn't be too much trouble, perhaps you could cease being vapid be a darling and bring some tea with you when you return from classes this afternoon?
[Dr. Strange] Perhaps by next week I'll be feeling fit enough to resume our sessions. I hope that the death of Howard Stark hasn't caused you any undue stress. What an unfortunate end.