"Morning, Lisa!"

"Good morning, Marge. How'd the night go?"

"The usual," Marge said. She smiled broadly as always. She looked at the camera rather than Lisa as she spoke. It was a hard habit to break. "Mr. Ramierez isn't doing so good, though. I think tonight...I mean, well, just keep an eye out."

"Of course.I know he's been going downhill quickly." Lisa fell into the pattern they used to communicate.

Meanwhile, she watched the taps of Marge's fingers on the desk.