Jeremy duly looks at the pictures. "Oh, damn! Cute kid! Look at those chubby little cheeks!

"Haha, chewing on the drum sticks? Maybe she's got a future. Punk rockette."

He hands back the wallet and pictures, considering whether to ask more questions about the dude's family. He clearly misses 'em like hell. Sucks for him, but Jeremy's tactic is going to be to not let him dwell on it. Escapism. Distraction. It's Jeremy's motto, and he's happy to share.

"Okay okay okay wait. Time out. So you always wanted to be a musician? Drums?"

Jeremy's eyes gleam in a manner that could be deemed predatory.