I met her twice in the same day...sorta. I was at Gally1 in LA. I walked in the bar and she was walking towards me. I saw her, gasped with delight and started walking towards her with my hand out. She took one look at me, squeaked like fightened mouse, and rabbited out the back door. I was shattered.
Next thing I know there's an arm around my shoulders and Nick Courtney explains to me in that warm gravel tone of his "don't take it personally, it isn't you. You remember all those genuine reactions she had to the stunt men in the shoddy rubber suits? She wasn't acting." Nick introduced me to her later in the day as a good friend and she warmed to me like it had never happened.
I miss them both even though I spent very little time with them. At least I got to work with Nick on a fan film and that was a total joy:
Doctor Who: Death Takes A Holiday