[There was this girl might get him shown to the door, for reasons that have very little to do with tonight. Little to do with anything he knows, for that matter, so it's a well-timed distraction that ends the sentence. Cameron bends to take the plastic containers from the fridge, glances over as she straightens and sets them on the counter.]
What's what?
[She asks, neatly setting chicken satay on a plate before putting it into the microwave.]
no subject
What's what?
[She asks, neatly setting chicken satay on a plate before putting it into the microwave.]