"First mon— excuse me, what?!" Margaret sputters out, gesturing animatedly as she continues: "I saw you not ten minutes before whatever shell came down on my head, in the OR, and now you're sitting here telling me you've been here not just a month but enough months to have a first month? Look, Pierce, I can't exactly deny that I got dumped on the shore of this island by some— ferryman like I walked into a Greek myth but that's really starting to beggar belief."