The hug is nice, at least until she's up on her toes, being squeezed so tight she can feel it in her chest and she wriggles in Steve's grasp, pulling back to look at him. The girl is already stomping off, talking about getting her money back, and Maeve has to wonder what the hell that means. Is there someone outside trying to pimp out her boyfriend without his knowledge?

"You alright?" she asks, looking up at him. He looks a little dopey, his eyes a little glazed, and she tilts her head to study him closer. Maeve doesn't care if Steve smokes pot, she even joins him some of the time, but that isn't what this is. It's something else.