Sydney made sense. Damon had never heard an Australian accent outside of TV or the movies, but he'd known she most likely wasn't a U.S. native. He nodded, finishing up his banana and sticking one end of the peel into one of his sweatpant pockets to throw away at the next wastecan. After the way he'd grown up, he'd never leave litter around. That wasn't something most people might think he'd be concerned about, but one's formative years were vital in shaping their quirks and habits. "Couldn't say," he replied to her rhetorical question about how the scientists might have chosen the decor for their floor.
His smile took on a wicked slant when Audrey asked about the bet. "I'm in," he said. "I'm still going to go with Chris. I'm thinkin' there's at least one chick down there with a bad boy fetish." And Chris was attractive in that 'roid rage, I'll beat your brains out way. Damon certainly enjoyed the thought of Chris giving him the business.