YANA: Time and time and time again. Always running out on me.

MARTHA: Can I have a look at that?

YANA: Oh, it's only an old relic. Like me.

MARTHA: Where did you get it?

YANA: Hmm? I was found with it.

MARTHA: What do you mean?

YANA: An orphan in the storm. I was a naked child found on the coast of the Silver Devastation. Abandoned, with only this.

MARTHA: Have you opened it?

YANA: Why would I? It's broken.

MARTHA: How do you know it's broken if you've never opened it?

YANA: It's stuck. It's old. It's not meant to be. I don't know.