This isn’t going the way Arthur expected.
“Just put the rope down,” Virginia sighs, folding her legs like only a true damsel can. “It’s not going to help, anyway. At this point, I can untie the Gordian Knot with a fake nail.”
“Silence, woman,” Arthur tries to boom. “Your life is-”
“First: I need a sandwich, skipped lunch, had a deadline. Second: do they even know I’m here?”
“I thought I’d let it slip in an introductory fight or -”
“No, no, you’re going to want me in the background or something. Some dramatic tension. Forget it. I’ll just call them.”