Oh, no you don't. Rita gets to her feet with the menacing grace of a tiger shark and sets off after him, pocketing her phone as she goes. Some distant part of her feels a bit sorry for him if he really is just some hapless tourist, but if he's not, hell if she's letting him just walk away. If he is, well, none of this will have ever really happened. No permanent harm done.

"Hang on," she says with an almost passable impression of amiability as she falls into step beside him. "Big city. You might get lost."