Well, you get her back to me, maybe I'll ask you out.
"Masquerade"? Yeah. I remember. Your good friend was sending puny threats her way. What was his name? Silverstone? I know I overreacted but, ... yeah, I was tired. Also, don't think we're skipping that conversation, oh hell no.
Anyway, she won't fit in her Grouse. What's her plan?
PS: No need to hold my hand here, you can just give me her contact information, I can take care of it.