How, Larry. Keep tabs all day every day? Don't walk home alone anymore?

[Freddy won't say he can take care of himself because he knows that's not what this is about. They can't ever say with absolute certainty neither of them are safe with Blonde around.]

I don't know if he knows we're here. Nobody's fuckin' talked to him.

[At least the weasel hasn't said anything about it. Watch the kid suck on his cigarette real fast, stressed.]