Gwen pulls a face. "I would hope the vast majority aren't," she agrees. A few might be, though, she expects, mostly in the sense of making them. But that's what she's here for tonight, watching security feeds from across the city on her laptop, waiting to make calls to the heroes fanned out across the city. If they're very lucky and watch very closely, Elvis won't be too much more busy tomorrow than he is any other day.

"The whole thing is completely batshit, though," she adds, "so who even knows what people are thinking anymore?"