[Hope is not okay. She's been casing the casino for a little while now, and the more she's walked, the funnier she's felt. Not time-sliding sick. Just...bubbly and fine until someone bumped her.

It's the glasses. She gets close to the man to get a better look at the glasses, for a moment her eyes flash red, and then it's gone.]

I know someone who wears glass…es...es like those. But he's no fun. Also, he's my grandfather. It's a long story. Are you?

[Throughout this little speech, Hope has managed to wrap herself around Scott's arm, clinging tightly to him. ]