"You know-" Mal says, lounging against the opposing wall like he's just waiting and not, well, someone that got kicked out 'bout five minutes ago for more or less the same damn thing. "It works better if you catch Marian. The one in there right now, Angie? She's got no soul."

Not like he's hurting for food but- this guy? This guy's hurt'n. Maybe if he does a good turn he can snag something for himself. "We give it ten, maybe fifteen? Angie'll slip out the other door to head down to wherever they're stor'n root vegetables and Marian will be in to start prov'n the dough for tomorrow morning. We act real sweet? We might get somth'n."

He says, having been chased out by Marian with a broom at least twice before, but hey. Hope springs eternal.