"Then let's bail," she replied as she waited for a break in the human traffic to ease out into the aisle, swinging by the trashcan to drop off her trash; it always tweaked her when she saw bags of popcorn and sodas left behind, like it was so hard to clean up after yourself.
Heading out into the parking lot, she aimed toward his car. "What'd you think?" She asked with a glance back to him. Not that she expected grand expositions on the profound meanings that might or might not have been behind it, but a liked it, didn't like it, whatever other surface thoughts.