Yeah? [He waltzes by the box with his vest and plucks the pack of cigarettes from the fur collar.] Funny, didn't take ya for the sort. What, you've got some experience with medical stuff?

[Greed shakes out a smoke. He tosses it into the corner of his mouth a second later and his other hand flips out a matchbox from his back pocket; its contents rattling as bare as bones.]

[He pauses.] Ah, right. Probably not a good idea to do this in front of you, huh? [He levels the matches between two of his fingers.] C'mon, let's head up top. Don't need to ruin your voice before opening day. [Greed motions towards the stairs, but pauses at the foot of them when she continues.]

[Now, that's a thing to say.]

No, you never need a reason. [The Sin's watching her now. He has no idea what's happened: the deals, the fights, the bitterness.] I'd never deny your company, Vel. Just figured you'd be a bit too busy making a name for yourself to just stop by.

[He drops a hand, spreading his fingers. It's a silent gesture; a wordless offer:]

["Why don't you come along with me, then?"]