[She smiles at him. It's not a hard task, sure - but she's sure he'll weird it up somehow.

And if he doesn't, then they'll drink some shitty beer on a roof, and that'll really be normal.

Patting his shoulder, she brushes past him to head back toward the stairs.]

Just don't take too long. Oh, and keep an eye out for cops. Your conscience might shrivel up and die if you get a bum arrested.