Kyle smirks as she disappears back into the dressing room. Skip makes it too easy to forget how serious and fucked up all this shit actually is. It's refreshing. He waits patiently for her, crossing his arms and playing the part of the gentleman. Or something. He can't help but try to sneak a casual glance from his angle, though the curtain unfortunately obstructs his view.

"Give me your number. Maybe I'll take you up on that."