Knowing that Dinah's out in a jungle being chased by guys with guns makes the statement all the more amusing. Barbara snorts and plays along.

"Tell me about it," she grouses. "I'm supposed to have the cushy desk job. And now I've got someone squeezing me through you."

The watches the signs on the highway and slows down slightly as the rain picks up.

"We'll have to continue this later, Dinah. I've gotta run."