If he's around to be checked in with, that is. But Dennett doesn't want to mention that his first arena...well, he's already outlasted his first arena's time record. He knows it's not because he's getting any damn better at this.

But what can he say? "I will." Or I'll make up a plausible excuse how I lost them. "Good luck," he says, to the retreating back, before turning to look around the mall, trying to find--what did they call it in those old war movies? Concealment. That was it.