The guy doesn't give them too much of a hard time, watching Meyer depart slowly and awkwardly and Al follow in tow. The swaying earns a little giggle from Al, but not much in terms of commentary.

"Give it a couple of minutes," he still has some faith in the properties of this stuff. Maybe the payoff will be twice as good if it takes twice as long. Yeah. That makes sense. Damn good sense. As they move outside, he steps forward to open the door.

"Shit, that breeze."

More like a light gust as the door is opened, but the way he's crossing his arms over his chest, it might as well be an icy blast.