Disclaimer: don't own, just borrowing
They walked out of Bernard Jackson's art studio on their way to talk to his widow. "Bobby, you do realize" Alex said. "You made that CSU guy look like an idiot back there. Right?"
He stopped and turned to her and said, "Which one?"
Alex rolled her eyes before responding. "What do you mean which one? I was talking about the one we were talking to while you were on the ladder. Are there others I should know about?"
Bobby looked confused for a minute before he realized who she was talking about. "Oh him. Sorry, but he irritated me when he said that the rope being frayed didn't mean anything. I just couldn't resist the verbal jab when the stool was obviously too short for her to have jumped from."
"So the great Robert Goren was right again." she said sarcastically.
He stopped and turned to look at her. "Hey come on Eames, I wasn't trying to look superior. I just..."
Alex waved a hand dismissively as she said, "Never mind Bobby, all I'm saying is that pissing these guys off by insulting them is going to come back around to bite you later. If you don't learn to play nice with others, you're going to get a reputation." She shook her head before continuing. "Man listen to me, I'm starting to sound like my mother."
Bobby arched his eyebrows and tilted his head to the right before saying, "Just what are you implying Eames?"
She suddenly started laughing. "Come on young man we have a widow to interview." He laughed with her for a few minutes before they composed themselves and walked out onto the sidewalk.