Christine relaxes her grip gently as she gracefully inhales the vapours. She doesn't let go, though. Somehow both shoulders on her dress have slipped down.

"Thank you!" she declares, to both Meg and Max, whose arm apparently played as big a role in keeping her awake as Meg's smelling salts.

"Oh, but we work in the Opera House!" she says, turning to Meg for support. She expects the ballerina will provide her name soon.