Now her smile is a bit more genuine for him. "Mr. Cranston. Thank you very much, you didn't have to go to the trouble." She seemed a bit more at ease now that she could sort her notes undisturbed by the pesky Santa Ana's and she would be home sooner than if she had to walk.

Betty smoothed her hair back into place, adjusting a hairpin or two before shuffling her papers. "Fifth and Elm please," she gives for an address that's about ten blocks away.

"I hope this does not spoil your night out, Mr. Cranston."