Midday in Mexico City and the baking-hot sun is radiating with squint-making ferocity - and yet some folk in the Formula 1 paddock, including our interviewee, are still wearing garb to ward off the morning chill. The proliferation of gilets - more, even, than you'd expect to see at the average Harlequins rugby match - makes for a peculiar juxtaposition with what would otherwise be a typically Mexican scene. The wind carries not a chill but the joyous waft of trumpet, violin and guitar, signalling the approach of a wandering mariachi band.
Stoffel Vandoorne greets us cheerily, alights upon a chair in the shade of the McLaren hospitality unit, and, barely pausing to examine the pile of question cards in front of him, picks up the whole deck.
"You can shuffle them if you want," F1 Racing offers.