Abby storms back into the bar, where she sees Luka chatting in sotto voce Croatian. "I'm taking a cab," she announces. Luka asks where she went, to which Abby frostily replies that she has been waiting outside for him to settle the tab. "I thought you were coming back in!" he protests. She storms out and steams outside until Luka joins her. "That guy's father was diagnosed with prostate cancer last month. He was asking [about] treatment," Luka explains, softly. Abby lies that it's okay for him to go back in there and play doctor, but Luka insists the conversation is over. "Luka, you forgot your credit card," Julie calls from the bar's open door. Her dulcet tones tense every muscle in Abby's face. Julie flirts that the last two drinks are on the house as a goodwill attempt to turn him into a regular. Abby's muscles move from tense to twitching. "Nice meeting you," Julie calls to Abby, who hisses, "Yeah," and bolts.
Luka chases her. "Could you be a little bit more rude?" he scolds. "Could you be a little bit more friendly?" she snaps. "I'm glad one of us is," Luka retorts, walking a bit behind her. Abby brats that he should just go back inside the bar and cure cancer for the UN, and he can damn well take back his letter jacket because she is so not going to the prom with him.