She... should have expected that reaction. Once Deacon always Deacon.

"Sorry Oscar. You remind me of someone I know." Let her guess. Mr. Oscar Meyer, hot dog connoisseur of the... wherever they are. She sighs.

"Oh, you know, trying to figure out why I'm here and not back home in the Commonwealth stripping broken cars for scrap." She stops before sliding into a rant about being interrupted. "How about you?"