Sharon rises, tapping at her Kimoyo beads before Toro's voice comes through. "We are secure," she assures Sharon, who smiles; the Dora sounds just a little disappointed.

"If they try this shit again I'm recommending you both for the front team," she says. "Good job. Thanks for holding the last territory."

Once they've made plans to rendezvous, Sharon collapses her javelin and stores it against the thigh of her white suit, then gives the bound poacher a nudge with her toe in the kidney for good measure. He groans and she smiles, sugar over steel, before heading to join the others.