Good. [She's seen how far he's come in just a few short weeks. She smiles over at the dog. He adored Bill already, and clearly had affection for Nancy. But she was nowhere near Bill in his eyes. She knew it, and she respected it. She would never try to complete with the relationship the two dogs had.]

The poor boy- he's so much happier with you. [She could be talking about herself, as well, and she idly wonders if Bill has even thought about that.

She looks down at his hands, and wonders about slipping hers into his. If he'd let her do it so publicly.] I'll walk back to the flat with the two of you. Got some more gin and picked up a steak. [She'd been treating him to anything and everything he wanted. The least she could do, after all the terrible food he'd have had to endured in prison.]