Bruce has been keeping himself to himself since the incident with the cells a couple of weeks ago. But a man's got to eat, which is why he comes down around dinner time.

And immediately notices that his bar tab's lower. When you're on a budget, you keep track of these things.

'Bar? What's up with the bill?'

Nothing. He waits, but no. Nothing.

Frowning, he picks up his enchiladas and turns towards a booth in the corner. Which is when he spots Erik a little way down.

'Erik. Hey.'