Oh, good! Renee's two fellow Chasers had quickly caught up to her, flanking her on both sides -- the perfect position to hopefully stop any Indian interference. She made it about three-quarters of the way down the pitch before locking eyes with the nearest one and surreptitiously passing the Quaffle, always trying not to attract too much attention... Or to be so fast that attracting attention wouldn't matter.

With a swish of her hair and a bright smile, she watched the Quaffle sail through the air, hopefully to be caught by her teammate.