Nat's laugh comes out as a short, disbelieving bark. "It's the jacket, it's deceptive," she says into her water as she takes another long drink. Cool? Hardly.

"And what I think is that you should try not to think about it tonight," she reaches over and squeezes Court's wrist, smile a little apologetic like she knows it's a ridiculous statement. "Easier said than done," she cuts Court off lest she say it first, "I know. But there's nothing to be done about it tonight. Let it go, just for tonight, you already carry too much as it is."