"Seven," is the correction, even as Delta moves around the table to collect some papers. Things to sign formalizing a one-night-only contract.

"That's a while," Carolina comments offhand, before shaking her head. "Well, you've got D supporting you, so that means you must be good. And with any luck, tonight won't be the end of that seven year streak."

She extends a hand, business-like. "Carolina. I suppose I'll be your bodyguard for this evening."