[ She pouts, although there’s a teasing twinkle in her eyes. ] And the rest of us have to walk. What injustice!

[ Then she laughs, in case it’s not clear that she’s kidding. ] Posters, and me shouting at people. High traffic areas happen to be my specialty. Ilda, marketer of the marketplace, at your service!

[ She picks up the backpack she’s left by the wall; it’s not zipped closed, the posters sticking out from inside it. Ilda’s far from being organized, but she gets things done, at least. And she’s ready for action. ] Where next?