Liz waved. She leaned toward Carter. “Can you please uncatch my hair?” she hissed.

Think about the old customer service maxim, underpromise and overdeliver.

[T]hoſe common and quotidian infirmities that ſo neceſſarily attend me, and doe ſeeme to be my very nature, have ſo dejected me, ſo broken the eſtimation that I ſhould have othervviſe of my ſelf, that I repute my ſelfe the moſt abjecteſt piece of mortality: […]

This is how we roll in Spring Valley, one teen reportedly boasted.