Funny thing, lookin' away. 'Cause while you ain't lookin', all sorts've things might happen that wouldn't if you were.

The knife, an' whatever it was he was carvin', is gone now. The cigarette's still in his hand, but that ain't particularly surprisin', as he stands over by that pale young fellow.

"Looks t'me like you could use a drink," he says, mildly.