[Oh goodie.]

Got it. So far she ain't shown nothin' weird, but it ain't like we 'round each other all the time.

[He rests his hand on his pants pocket, the pocket watch she gave him heavy there. He's thinking of her nonchalance in killing a man, but that was to feed him. Her motherly touches. His heart sinks a little.]

C'mon, yo. Got the whole day 'head of us. Where'd I say we was off to next?

[Force it out of his mind for now.]