Verity thought of the grueling hours backstage of Dance or Die, where her feet had bled and muscles had turned to water and hid a wry smile. Hey, if that's how Cristina viewed relaxation...

"Well, I'm not always around when it airs," she hedged. "So it could be pretty random. If w--I'm making too much noise, just bang on a wall or something. It'll quiet right down."

The mice had been spoiled by not having anyone around. They'd need to remember subtlety. Or, more accurately, learn it for a first time.