J.B. looks back and forth like she can’t see him. Skeeter’s standing there
on the sidewalk in a cloud of the Asian biff’s own elf-mage golden fairy dust,
so of course now the fraggin’ biff can’t see him. The stump-skanking dust works
so well he’s invisible even to her! That’s great, just great. Real pro news. J.B. turns her back to him, still quietly calling his name, sounding as 
muck-drekking impatient as usual, Ms. High and Mighty Trid-o-Genic News snoop 
Poop!