[His comment wins a short, dry laugh.] I'm sure. Somewhere, at least. I'm not sure they're unionized yet here.

[She watches his face, his hands, how he moves. He's not lying about not doing so good. She feels sorry for him—that he was the one who had to do it.]

Can I ask you something? You can say no, by the way. I won't press. We can talk about something else if you say so—I just wonder...