Nobody ever wants to listen, and you can't make them, if you're alone.

Back home I had a department behind me. I had a badge and a uniform. It meant something. Here...

Hah. Yeah. Beating your head against a wall.

[He picks up a piece of broken tile from the floor and wings it desultorily at one of the fluorescent lights. It clacks off the plastic cover and sinks down.]

I guess that leaves giving up.

[His eyes travel back to her. She's right. He doesn't know much about her at all.]

I know that if this were someplace normal, I'd've asked you out for coffee by now.