Lauren: I don’t know what you’re doing here, but you’ve got 40 seconds before Maggie notices you and unsheathes whatever’s in her boot.
Cass: What?
Lauren: Thirty-five seconds. It’s usually a switchblade, but given how comprehensively you’ve ruined her life, she may have graduated to something gnarlier, serrated.
Cass: I’m not here… I’m not here.
Lauren: Twenty-five seconds. The reason that you’re here is irrelevant because you’re leaving as fast as those shapely legs can get you to the safety of the back alley there, OK. You’ve got 25 seconds.
Cass: I’m going. I’ve seen what I needed to see.
