Locke is only dumbstruck for a moment.

"I... of course." He stands as she does, but fears that escorting her to the door might be too oppressive. "Is everything..."

But, she is already heading for the door.

"All right?"

The Ogre's brow furrows with concern. He would actually feel better if she had simply made up an excuse to abandon him, but somehow he senses the sincerity from her.

Which means something is wrong, and he is not friend enough to share it with her.

Fishing an appropriate amount of money out of his pocket for the drinks Locke stuffs his large hands back in his pockets and slips quietly out the door. He does not even meet the knowing glances from other patrons who observed.

END SCENE