I'm starting a shop. Downtown. It's where we'll be, me and my machine, [Tony tells her, nodding at Fridayd. At this point, she actually has enough nuance to understand the gesture. In a moment, the address is pinging into Amanda's daemon.] Amelia Earhart had a lot more airspace to work with than we do, but we're going to make do. Build something.

[He raises his cup of beer to that. Then he goes and drinks it before it might actually occur to Amanda to try and make a toast.] Less casual interest, more formal action. Maybe after you get your make-outs on, [he adds, glancing at the kissing booth, which he has yet to go terrorize with his criticisms in person. But he will, never you worry!]

It was a pleasure, Ms. Or Dr. Perry. Whichever. Title of preference and without visible discrimination. [He gestures vaguely.]