"What?" His hands dropped to his sides instantly. "No. We're not done here." He held up his finger, "Stay here." And with that, he disappeared into the side office where both of their gear was stored.
Three minutes later, Hal returned sans flight suit. His dark slacks and button-up were slightly creased, but he seemed much more composed. The case of beer in his hand may of been the reason. "Here," he tossed her one of the cans and then popped open his own. "Get comfortable, because we have 24 of these to go through." The beer had originally been brought to celebrate his victory, but it would serve a much greater purpose now that he needed to drown his sorrows.