Bella's inbox is very, very full.

She sighs. "J, partition all emails on the subject of the renaissance faire, my date thereto, and Ripper. Drop in ten typical cases for you to learn on."

J obediently empties her inbox of excess email. She reads the ten of them, answers one herself (it's about her willingness to appear at events; the renfaire is not the only place she'd be welcome) and refers the writer to her PR people who schedule her stuff so they can filter such requests. If there are going to be a lot of them, she can't evaluate all the offers herself - although she does add a tick in her schedule for updating her list of things and people she likes and would be particularly happy to appear with.

The other nine have to do with Ripper.

[Hey, you.]