It has been 15 minutes since Alexa Clay and Kyra Maya Phillips have been standing on a cacophonic street outside Kalbadevi Temple, trying to appear casual and oblivious to workers drawing carts and the blur of motorbikes, as they pose for a photograph for this interview.

There is nothing deviant about 28 year-old Clay and 25 year-old Phillips, really. Clay has bright, intelligent eyes and speaks in a deep, quiet voice and Phillips, with her wide-brimmed straw hat and an occasional scowl directed at the temperamental weather, looks like a tourist waiting to escape the heat. Nothing about the duo suggests that they have anything to do with a dangerous Puerto Rican gang or devious computer hackers. There’s no way one could guess that, at this point, what they really want is to have a long chat with Somalian pirates.