Boulder sucked a lot of the rock star out of him, I think. The only one of them that strayed off their path was... [Nadine shakes her head, trying to find the right words.] Not worth it.

[An understatement, but she never knows quite how to talk about Harold even when she isn't intoxicated.

But she lets Julie lead her, awkwardly trying to find the rhythm of the music and move along with it. She doesn't remember the last time she danced, really danced. Maybe back in school sometime. There had to have been dances...]

Yeah, you need to realize I just worry a lot, in general. Being a spy does that to you.