"Oh my god," Maeve answers, rolling her eyes as she tries to twist away from his fingers, even before the doors open to reveal the couple looking at them, their expressions stern. She's used to pissing off boring old people, though, and she has to press her lips together to stop her smile as they step off.

"Oh, Steve, you're gonna get smacked," she warns, still mostly teasing when he starts to tickle her again. "It's only because you've been drugged that the threat isn't worse."

She catches one of his hands and then pretends to wring his finger before she threads their fingers together. "Come on," she says.