[The notion seems to upset Erim slightly.] Yes, I suppose that’s true…

Then consider yourself invited for a future meal, then. [Smiling at this, the woman in black takes the food items Cain has picked out, and crisply walks to the checkout boy. Paying him the total, she becons the young blond that it’s time for them to go.]

Ah—I did not think, I apologize. Are those living with you going to be worried? It’s late now.