Howard tries to take the sunglasses off and then decides that's a bad idea. Better to keep them on and avoid feeling like his eyes are trying to escape their sockets, even if Rose thinks that's slightly weird. For the umpteenth time today, he regrets having gone out last night, and plans on never doing so again (at least until he changes his mind in a few months).

"Right on time," Rose says as she walks up, checking a wristwatch that she's keeping, for whatever reason, in her purse. "Howard, Barbara. Hal's not coming. He doesn't believe you, but he knows I believe you so he isn't worried about me running off."

She tilts her head at the glasses. Howard mumbles something to the effect of 'sorry, I'm young and irresponsible'. Rose clicks her tongue in a way that sounds odd coming from a woman so young.

"Would you like to walk? Just standing around looks suspect," she says, with a glance at Barbara. While it's not illegal, generally races don't spend that long mingling in public.