Grady watches her with the patient interest of a man used to studying other people, in much the same way as a lion is used to studying small antelope. The gloves earn her raised eyebrows.

"So you're.. here too." The word he's looking for in the middle of that sentence is 'new', but he's still not quite up to acknowledging that he's anywhere, even by inference. "I like your.." He mimes the golf swing, adding a click of his tongue in place of the thwack of the ball. Or the sound of the maggot's head exploding, as it had been in this case. "Do you, uh, do you practice?"