Roman is lying on his hotel bed when there's a knock on the door. He can tell it's Gerri just from the irritated sound of the knock and he gets up to let her in.
"Hey," he says, standing back so she can come past. Normally he'd make a joke about her finally being in his room, but he's feeling exhausted after the press conference.
"How are you doing?" she asks, looking over his face.
"OK. Glad it's over. The worst part, anyway."
"You did well. I'm not a rocket scientist — you got a laugh."
"Yeah." He looks at the carpet. "I guess I do feel kind of bad. About the thumbs."
"Good. There may be hope for you yet."
"What are you doing now?"
"I thought we could get a drink downstairs."
"Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs Kellman?" He leans in seductively.
"I'm glad your attack of conscience is over."
"Gerri, you're my conscience. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Uh huh." She doesn't sound convinced.
"Do you think… with Ken being loco, Dad might give me a shot at CEO? Or have I blown my chances? Quite literally."
"I wouldn't get your hopes up, Rome. Your dad does whatever he wants and he makes all kind of promises."
"Right. Do you think he saw the press conference?"
"I'm sure he did. I'll tell him you did good. Just try not to explode anything for a while."
"Thanks, Gerr."
She squeezes his arm. "Let's get that drink."