Yawn is very keen to demonstrate what a marvellous time she is having with her running friend too. That photo of Yawn is without doubt very deliberate. Yawn's either made the wrong friends or it's a turf war.
Be careful all you botwatchers in Ubershire (formally known as Yawnshire) that you do not get caught in the vicious crossfire of weighted Michael Kors handbag missiles and empty Prosecco bottles full of something flammable topped with a lighted rag. I believe these turf wars among bots are known as Cunty Lines.