Naomi smirked at the schoolgirl leaning over her shoulder. Click. She'd been playing with her cell phone since they left the house, but off it went and vanished back into her pocket. Something tinny and vaguely classical-sounding blared in one of her dangling earbuds.

"You wish you were as popular as me," she grinned. "Where would all those poor, lost souls be without me to answer their cries for help? Nowhere, that's where."