[They so clearly enjoy each other's company that Firo finds himself envious. Of Hank of all people. The envy is quickly replaced by disgust at himself until he remembers that somebody's asked him a question.]
Just a few--
[He stops himself, frowning. Does she think they're buddies or something?]
I don't have his number. He just showed up and sent his guys to go trash my place!
[Yeah, Firo, you're probably not going to win her sympathy.]
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Just a few--
[He stops himself, frowning. Does she think they're buddies or something?]
I don't have his number. He just showed up and sent his guys to go trash my place!
[Yeah, Firo, you're probably not going to win her sympathy.]