"Hi, Moll," he muttered.
  "Who the hell are you?" she yelled, reaching in her bag for pepper spray, but pulling out only mousse. "And what the fuck's wrong with her head?" she sprayed mousse in Vanity's general direction.
  Vanity, still a bit tipsy from time travel, dodged, letting the marshmallowy blobs slap onto the Bilbo poster.
  Vanity's phone began to ring.