Larry Altmann: Into the restaraunt he comes, sighing a little as he does. It's late. He needs food. Anything will do.

Samantha Jacobs: She remains slumped in her seat, slowly sipping that cup of soup.

Larry Altmann: 10,9,8,8,4,

Larry Altmann: He smiles as he sees Sam, and starts walking her way. "Bubbala!" A chuckle. "Funny finding you here. I was just thinking, 'Where's my favorite Head of Security? I wonder how she is?'"

Samantha Jacobs: 2,4,9,7,5,7,2,

Samantha Jacobs: She looked around, as if spooked for a moment before she realizes who's talking to her. She pauses and then forces herself to relax in her seat again. "Hey Larry." She grunts quietly, setting the cup of soup down, smiling a bit to him.

Larry Altmann: He slides into the seat opposite from her, frowning. "You okay, kiddo? You look a little farklempt."

Samantha Jacobs: "I look like what?" She blinks slowly at him. "Yeah.. yeah, I'm fine, just got caught thinking for a moment."

Larry Altmann: "Farklempt. Out of sorts." He smiles a little. "Didn't look like good thinking to me."

Samantha Jacobs: She 'heh's softly and looks down, and then back up again. "I do stupid shit like that sometimes. I'm okay, Larry. How're you?"

Larry Altmann: He spreads his hands. "Can't complain. Well, I guess I can always complain, but then, it would have less impact when something's really wrong."

Samantha Jacobs: She snickers softly. "Yeah, I guess so." She runs a hand back through her hair. "Why are you out so late?"

Larry Altmann: "Late night meeting with the execs at Ravynwings's marketing folks. They love to drag things out until the last possible moment, and always meet late, for some reason." A shrug.

Samantha Jacobs: She slowly raised an eyebrow, and then just nodded. "Gotta be a pain in the ass sometimes."

Larry Altmann: "Oh, sweetie, you have NO idea. Not like I've got much else to do with my life, beyond worry, but still. I like trying to beat traffic home during rush hour, not fighting it in the opposite direction." He grins a little.

Samantha Jacobs: She chuckled slightly, relaxing as she spoke to Larry. She almost always did. "Want me to threaten them to change their times?" Teasing, almost. Teasing for Sam, at least.

Larry Altmann: "From your mouth to God's ears, Bubbula." He grins. "But no, I piss them off enough, with my outrageous demands for such horrible things as artist's creative liberty and whatever other things the tachters has me throw at them." A wink.

Samantha Jacobs: She snickers softly, though the mention of God seems to unerve her a bit. She quickly covers it though. "Well, if you ever need me to, just ask. S'what I'm good at."

Larry Altmann: "You're good at many things, sweetie. A woman of many talents. But yeah, when I'm ready to get to the hardcore negotiating, I'll let ya know."