The girl really did look familiar, but Bobby wasn't quite sure where he'd seen her face before. He was about to just come out and introduce himself when she shot down Johnny's suggestion.
"Honesty's great," he replied to her, "b-but you heard what she said in the note. 'Mass genocide.' S-she probably lives up to her last name. Telling her the truth is a-a good way to get us dead. So lying's probably our best bet. We've gotta run a con on her."
And just like that, he imagined they were in a different kind of show. They had a con to run on a very bad person, but they were the right kind of people for the job. The girl was probably the Hitter. Bobby was the Brains, since this was his idea. Johnny was ... the Thief? Nah. Hacker? No way. Grifter was the best fit, if he decided to use his charm on Ms. Murder.
He heard harp music. Bobby's eyes refocused from his daydream, then glanced at the two of them. "Y-you could see that, couldn't you?" he asked, a bit embarrassed.
"O-okay, the con's a bad idea. But I-I think what Mojo's expecting us to do is something along those lines. And we know she'll be back in a few hours, and she'll be pissed. So that gives us a few hours with this house to ourselves, y'know? A few hours to prepare."
He smiled. "But hey, comedy's a broad genre, right? So what if we got a little creative with the kind of comedy this is supposed to be? I'm thinking 'Home Alone' ... and 'Home Improvement'."