Faint light glimmers out of dingy bulbs. She taps her toes anxiously. Her elbow kills. Don't fall down the stairs.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" He points at the seat adjacent.
"Do you mind if I periodically scream obscenities?"
"What?" he asks jokingly. "Do you have Turrets or something?"
"No! And the majority people with Turrets don't swear uncontrollably. They have, like, face twitches and stuff."
"That was a long sentence without swearing."
"Asshole."
"Didn't scream."
"Are you trying to piss me off?"
"Nah, I'm trying to piss off the chaplain over there."
Surprisingly, she bursts out laughing.