“You’re very intelligent, Mioko, but don’t worry about it,” Sprite said. “Scotty will be just fine.” She began to work her way through the crowd again, heading toward the small man in the baggy sweatshirt while trying to avoid appearing to head in his direction.

The old woman followed her. “What you want talk Scotty?”

“He owes me, and I’m cashing in.”

“No trouble here. You take outside.”

“There’s not going to be any trouble,” Sprite protested, facing the elderly woman. Even at Sprite’s height, she towered over the small woman.

“You take outside!”

“Fine. Take outside. You got it.”