There could have been no better victim of Harley's scaring than a fancy British gentleman, of that she is sure. She looks at him for a moment, as if readying to answer him, but instead just bursts into a fit of giggles. Thanks, Monty.

"Oh, I was just havin' some fun," she says eventually, wiping at her eyes. "Relax, Max, you'll live longer."

She leans to one side, trying to catch a glimpse of the way the stranger has come.

"Speakin' of, I'd like to get outta this thing by the time I'm a gazillion years old. You seen the way out yet?"