Defensive, aren't you?

[ No wonder Daniel sticks to him like glue, though he can hardly pass proper judgement when this is the first time he's seen him outside of the diner. He spoke to him once before, maybe gave a friendly tip of the head if they passed one another while he helped them clear the place out. Maybe this is a result of the party, or maybe this is who he is -- he doesn't know for sure.

Either way, he raises both eyebrows at the scoff and eventually holds the basket out to him. Far be it from him to help out if he doesn't want it, he's going to have little say in the continued company, however. Ethan might not be a dad or a teacher, but he has a soft spot for the downtrodden.

He clicks his tongue. ]

That's awfully particular of you but no, neither one. I'm a sharpshooter without his guns who happens to have an eye for recognizing when someone's in trouble. [ A look. ] Even if he doesn't want to talk about it. I figured getting you out of here might help but I'm willing to keep ruffling your feathers if it distracts you.

[ And all-knowing smile follows. What'll it be, Robby? ]