D10 (thinking): Wish I could’ve cornered him in here. That would’ve been so much easier. Well, no rush. He might be back.
Or he’ll get a craving for more chips . . . Or need to step into the restroom . . . Whatever it is, I’ll be ready.
. . .
D10: So, what are you in for?
Hawthorn (whispering): You’re not supposed to talk in here.
D10: . . . yes, excuse me.