"Who?" Noël raises an eyebrow in question, utterly uncomprehending--sorry, Kara, but your joke is a good eight decades or so too late for him to understand, bare minimum. "My partner is named Rudolph." That's right, Rudolph the Reindeer. Probably her second guess, right? But who would ever expect cultural icons like them to fight?

Well..... if she insists, he supposes he can oblige her. It's not like it makes much difference to him. In fact, he might actually be able to manage better from a vantage point like this, having a bird's eye view of the battlefield. "Fine, have it your way. I can probably snipe just as well from a window as on the street, anyway."