Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not going to leave you stuck there. If I did, I wouldn't get my blue beads later, would I?

[He tips his beer back for a long drink, working to finish it off. They're going to need that table, after all.]

Once or twice. Not beads, though. I've got a thing for leather.

[Which, now that he thinks about it, they probably sell at, like, vending machines or something here. Crazy place, man.]