[Michael sits down by Camilla and, with a deceptive amount of utter calm and casualness, takes a smallish megaphone from his bag, pops some batteries in it, and says into it:]
GO, GHOSTS! No offense, you understand - [This part is to Camilla, sans megaphone] - they're sort of my home team.
Morning
GO, GHOSTS! No offense, you understand - [This part is to Camilla, sans megaphone] - they're sort of my home team.