"If you ever teleport me anywhere again without at least telling me where we're going, I'm ... I'm going to tell your girlfriend," a narrow-eyed Primavera informed Lezard.

"Steff is not --" Lezard stopped himself. More evenly, he started again: "The situation warranted immediate intervention, you must agree." But the smile he gave her was not placatory.

Primavera took a deep breath. "Okay," she said to Keenan. "What do you need me to do, exactly?"