[Erin is enchanted by green eyes. Larry clears his throat. He moves past both of them to the table, trying to play it off like no thing at all, because it is.]

Still workin', honey? [The old man keeps it light, suggesting. Ahaha. That snaps her out of it. Hand disengaged, but the mood isn't dampened.]

Yeah. Boy, I thought we were gonna try and do this much later. Some people can't fucking wait. [Both hands on her cigarette tray. She sighs and gives White a nudge.] Keep him occupied for me, will ya?

[Really? Shit, he must have stepped on a crack or who knows what.]

Can't promise that. He's got a mind of his own.