" Oh shit, you kinda right. Huh. I mean it's better than fucking for free right? You're just doing what you were doing, but getting paid! And now you ...an be here whenever you want!" That's true. I just don't want them to start treating me differently, like I owe them something extra cuz they paid for it." Ah nah nah, nah we ain't gonna let that happen. You one of us, we treat ours right."I could see in his eyes he wasn't just saying all that, he actually meant it and that made me feel. Doctor Paz leaned in and stared intently at Ren's pearly-whites, examining her teeth with the aid of a mouth mirror. He was humming a tune with which Ren was totally unfamiliar. Suddenly, his humming turned into a series of tsks. Alarmed, Ren tried to ask the doctor what was wrong, but her speech was impeded by the lip retractor. Instead, she directed her question towards the doctor with worried eyes."Hmmmm," Doctor Paz mused for what seemed to be an eternity. "It seems you've got a slight. "Don't have a place... or a chick," he replied. "Been crash-padding here with Mike. Get yourself in gear, chick, I'll pick up some shit and we'll split."Abruptly his hands were withdrawn from her. She was, for the moment, disappointed. But later? When was later? Why not now? Oh, well... She took a couple of deep tokes from the next joint that came her way, and drifted into a waking dream. Return of blond ape Carver. Button your shirt, Maryon, m'girl. Huh, okay. 'Bye and see' yuh to Mike. Kiss. ”“Not sure I want to play the show then! I’m not going to hit a girl, but I don’t like being sucker-punched for nothing either.”“Then don’t talk to her.”“I never have!” Skinner protested. “Except for two words, but what, I can’t even say ‘Good show’ to someone?”“That’s ... not why she punched you, all right?”He made a rather punchable face. “Why the hell did she then?”“It doesn’t matter anymore. Just do your thing, and she’ll do hers. This show is about Carmen. Not Gwen, and not you.”His.