Jay peers at the woman suspiciously. The fact she's making what, to his Ladsky-raised eye, is an obscene gesture with seven of her hands makes him distrust her intentions even more than he would ordinarily distrust the intentions of the Trumps.

"Settled in, dearest?" he says, raising an eyebrow at her. "Well, darling. I would be, if I were permitted to remain myself for longer than a week at a time."