Eleanor: Do we know anything about the people? Like, is one of them an ex-boyfriend or that snooty girl from Rite Aid who was always silently judging my purchases? It's like, yeah, chicky, a Baby Ruth and birth control. I see the irony. Keep a-swipin'.
Chidi: You don't know any of the workers.
Eleanor: Okay, well, then that's easy. I switch tracks. Kill one person instead of five.