Montresor groaned inaudibly, realizing her had just delayed his night by putting himself in a position where he'd be forced to relay exactly everything the purple-haired girl said, assuming Jillian was like most women he knew and needed lots of detail. "Just stuff about how you were so awesome and fun to hang out with and that it's cool that you also box and she can't wait to go to one of your matches and now she's gotta make sure she's ready to go running with you and blah blah blah."