The Guv stared at her, openly incredulous. "Do you have any idea what's going on, or were you too busy picking out your clothes to notice we're in a bloody arena?" Gene was used to obliviousness to an extent, but Diva took it to ridiculous levels. "We aren't exactly out to picnic in the countryside, now are we?"

As for the phone, Gene wasn't about to admit that he didn't understand the call back functions, so he fell back on blaming her. It was always the easiest solution. "And I'd have rung back but someone didn't leave a number." A beat. "And what do you mean, Party Four is plenty?"