You could try wearing a turtleneck. [She touches her own neck where a few hickeys have formed together to be a very large, noticeable bruise.] We both could. Nothing suspicious there.
[She leans in closer to him, brushing against his side, but only to reach past him so she can drag her pants over closer to where they are sitting on the floor. She fishes in he pocket until she finds a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.] No robots yet. That's probably a good sign. [Distributes the cigarettes. Luckily they are still dry. Hopefully the lighter will be in such good shape.]