"Go water the plants or whatever it is you do to relax yourself," she snorts, taking a relaxed inhale of smoke. "And if they 'ave problems with the matter, they can come and 'ave it sorted themselves without you standing in as their little white knight."

She then checks the time and adds, "You may want to leave in any case. I do believe the owner will be coming soon and I imagine things will get very noisy."

Surely Bigby's figured out where his phone has gone by now.