*walks into a pub on the shore of Lake Mithrim, looking for something that will pass as lunch*
*is (as always) talking (rather stridently) on her phone* No, of course, I'm not worried. So what if he's not on poll? Do I sound worried? Hey, I'd worry more about that whizzkid who is at the top of the grid? How's he gonna feel looking at my guy in his rear-view mirror? Yeah. Yeah, I reckon he'll be shitting himself too.
*hangs up without so much as a goodbye and walks up to the bar to look at the food menu, still fuming (rather literally)*