erica hums the A team theme. " i love it when a plan comes together!" she says in her best george pepard voice. "if he turns you down,remember coleykins and i dont mind getting our hands dirty." she punches the air.

erica brings nichole's hand to her lips. " we have innocent faces too." she tears the filter off her cigarette. "can i get a light,please?"

erica lights her's and hands the lighter back to nichole. "i hate to say it,but smoking really is a lost art."

Rory sits on a bench, sighing to himself. "Can't wait until this is fucking over... This place pisses me off."

Nichole french inhales and smiles. "Merci, darling."

erica wanders around softly singing "bitchin camaro" . she roots through the kitchen cabinets,only to come out empty handed." damn,no treasure." she frowns at her horrible luck at finding long lost trinkets. she spots two bowls in the dish drainer and her eyes light up .she grins and grabs the bowls before hopping on a chair. holding them to her chest like boobs,she starts singing "happy birthday,mr president". she is really into it...until she loses her balance and topples to the floor. she quickly stands up and straightens her hair.looking around, she moves a rug to cover the broken bowls. she exits the room,whistling casually. the perfect crime was committed...and she was the culprit.

Andros walks in and silently sits beside Billy.

Andros nods slowly.

"Hey..."

Andros sighs.

"Is this just.....something for in here? Like while in the house?"

Andros nods

"OK....sure."