Even in the dark of evening there's something about the muss of hair on top of Peter Rumancek's head distinct. Not what he was expecting seeing Lydia there.

He sure works fast. Pants, smokes, a jacket too... It really doesn't take much. Roman briefly debates ducking out of sight.

"I have you now!" No James Earl Jones but close enough. Enough fucking around. How big is the couch anyway? Can it take three?