She might take him up on that offer sometime. She could use a good movie to just relax and veg out to, the cares of the world on the backburner for awhile.

"The same as they feel about piracy-- don't get caught, don't ask questions, blah blah."

They might even be proud. Hypothetically.

Her own cigarette is puffed rather slowly, like she's nursing it, when usually when she's chatting and smoking it's gone in a flash, only for another to be lit hastily. Maybe she's relaxed, maybe she's guilt-ridden.

"Well...I have this position now, and I can't...I don't know how to get away from it in any sense of the word. And you two don't really need me to wipe your asses all the time," a knowing look, again, "but still."

She misses you idiots, okay?