[Descole puts his hand lightly on her knee, trying to display he forgives her and he pours her another glass.]

[Bradley, on the otherhand, senses something different.]

I...am I intruding? I probably shouldn't be here.

[Descole gives a confused look;] intruding? You're not intruding at all, we all get thrust here. You're not any different.

[The tall man, on the floor shakes his head.]

Perhaps I should leave you two alone...