This was just getting way out of hand. She sighed again, dumping two creamers into the fresh cup of coffee the waitress had brought her a few minutes before. "I have to go see Lorne," she decided under her breath. It was a last-ditch effort. She hadn't heard from him since the day he'd called her and told her not to come into work because the club had been burned down the night before.
"No," she said quickly, tossing the empty creamers aside, "You can't go see Lorne." She frowned, pushing her plate away and pulling her coffee mug closer. "What? I can. I will. Do you really think he'd bother to help you? Of course he will. Why would you think such a thing? Why not? Lorne's all about helping people. No, he's all about helping paying customers, something you are not." She froze as she noticed another patron sitting nearby and staring at her, looking both perplexed and disturbed. "Hey. What are you looking at?"