Lorne grinned back at Lois and offered her a hand to high-five.
"You sure you want to be a reporter?" he asked. In Lorne's opinion, the City--and just about everywhere--could do with a little bit more in the way of belted-out hair metal songs.
Lindsey offered her a raised eyebrow, look on his face making it clear that he was both impressed and amused. "Whitesnake, huh? Wouldn't've figured you for a Whitesnake girl."
Lorne kept his mouth shut, but based on both of their readings, he thought it would be safe to say that neither of them had the other figured right.
"I love it when people can sing," Lorne gushed. "I mean, I'll take anything. Any singing. But talent?" He just nodded knowingly.