"Seriously."

"Sounds like someone could use a break," I said. "Where's that in your master plan?"

She reached into a pocket in her skirt and pulled out her phone, made a few gestures and called up her master list. She flicked a persistent strand of sweaty hair back off her head for about the 10th time. I reached into the bag I had been tasked with carrying and got her both a hair elastic and a cloth to mop her face with. She took both appreciatively.

"I must look so gross right now," she said.

"Nah, hottest woman here," I said.

"Literally. God, I'm not used to this kind of...