She's not the only one confused. He could have sworn that when he spoke, it sounded like it was her speaking, and not him. But that couldn't be right. Could it?

"Och, don't be daft. How would my talking to you be a joke?" There's a moment when she goes to rub at the back of her head, only to stop as Jamie feels a much more delicate hand against a much more dainty neck. Very slowly, the hand moves to a place where he can see it. That's not my hand!

"V-Victoria?" she says, stammering much the same way Jamie does when he's nervous. "W-w-what's going on?"