[ larry is not entirely who she expected either. not that she had many expectations but she's still getting used to the type of men she's met here -- the "modern" guys who have no scars, little muscle, and very odd facial hair. what is that, on his face? did he miss a spot while shaving?

but she does take a moment to look him over, completely checking him out and hawke seems satisfied with what she sees in the end, finally meeting his eyes and giving a smile. larry will do, he'll do indeed. at his question though, oh. she looks to the cut on her arm with a frown. ]

Oh, this. No, I'm fine, really. I ran into a bit of trouble on the way here. [ she looks back to him, completely innocent. ] One of the locals didn't care very much for my commentary on his love life but really, if you come to a restaurant where the sole feature of the place is the fact the waitresses insult you, what do you expect?

[ she waves a hand dismissively, giving a sigh. ]

Nevertheless, his girlfriend seemed much more interested in me towards the end and he took offense to that. I meant to get off shift early, go home and change for well, this but. [ a shrug. ] Still at the end of the day, him and his friends are in the hospital -- not me. I'm here! Ready to enjoy myself.

[ and then she spots the candies and flowers, brightening. ]

Are those for me?