TOGGLES: Hey, Lance! Hi!
LANCE: Toggles? …You talk?
TOGGLES: Huh? Of course I talk. Listen, Lance, I was thinking… you and I should get to know each other! So I was thinking–Lance– (Lance is tapped on the shoulder, and Toggles snaps her fingers, trying to recover his attention) maybe sometime–Lance–if you’re not too busy–
Lance looks over his shoulder and sees Eskimo, her face covered in blood from open gashes.
LANCE: BABY JESUS!
TOGGLES: Maybe you and I could, you know, grab a coffee or a bite to eat or…
Lance walks Eskimo away, an arm around her.