Easy, only the rhino is despicably fond of taking every pebble and dent of the arena as a personal challenge to perform mid-road acrobatics, and Hector's calves are benefitting from the surprise workout of their lifetime as he holds on for dear and dearer life. It turns out that life on top is an exercise in breathless, lung-searing and anguishing regret.

He's about to reiterate his thanks for getting them out of here faster, when the second rhino appears in the horizon, and for all Hector had hoped they'd be love at first squinted animal sight — it seems unconvinced to let them pass. Downing its head. Doing something that can pass for either an excessively formal feral salute, or rapid preparation to charge.

"You're sure it won't think we're." A beat. "Friends?"

...all rhinos are friends, honestly, Trevor. Can you be more out of touch?