Majima follows Harley downstairs, rolling down his shirtsleeves and re-buttoning the cuffs. He pulls his jacket back on and sinks into a chair. While he watches the braiding through a fuzzy eye, he pulls a cigarette from his pocket and spins it between his fingers. He doesn't bother lighting it -- not out of courtesy so much as a lack of obvious ash trays.

When Amelia declares that she's done, he leans forward in his seat to get a better look. He slaps his knee and declares, "Amelia. We fucked up. We made her look too beautiful. Now we're gonna look like a couple'a total slobs next to this goddess."