[ Outwardly though, he looks as calm as anything since he's still wearing an illusion over is suit. He straightens up to follow her to the next wicket, ready to knock his ball through when his turn comes up again. It's cool. It's fine. He's got this. This is only almost as bad as flying into space to fight an entire invasion fleet, and he's pretty sure that worked out. The howling light show can wait five... ... Three minutes.

He manages a mildly confused tone, still friendly ]

Why would we stop? We agreed to a round of croquet, so I'm going to finish a round of croquet. Wouldn't be civil not to, would it?