"Nothing you want to know anything about." There was a crash, somewhere behind him. He winced. "It's okay. She's just throwing things. They haven't gotten serious yet. Come on," and he grabbed her bag by the shoulder strap and lifted it up. He was moving fast now, and she had to hustle to keep up with him. Out past the closed door of Eddie's office, past the bank of screens (where she thought she saw people line-dancing in cowboy hats, but she was never sure).