Hurt your foot, Miss Price?

Oh, just twisted my ankle.

Sorry to hear that.

Thank you. It's nothing serious.

Lovely weather for flying last night.

[heavy pause]

Why did you say that, Charles?

[bringing out her broken broomstick]

Game's up, Miss Price. We know what you are.

I see.

[she looks worriedly at Charles]

Don't worry, Miss Price. No one's gonna peach on you.