Mary Grace crouches near Burton Bland. Normally old white men love her. They think she's hilarious when she's gruff and sarcastic and tries to gamble with them.

But this guy would never like her, and for that he can go fuck himself.

She reaches out to try and pull one of the frozen bowling balls down on his head.

"Pocket's easier to carry than a vortex," she calls out across the room. "Think we can just pick her up?"