Sandor still hasn't given up hoping this thing will provide him with a whorehouse when he asks for one-- it's only been a week or so, he's got lots of stubborn left before he gives up-- so when he realizes not only is there someone already in the holodeck, but it's the one-eyed kid with the guns, it's like two disappointments rolled into one.

He's ready to turn and leave, but something about the scene catches him. Maybe the fresh smell in the air, maybe the quaintness of the town square in front of him. Maybe he's so eager for something that doesn't resemble the angles and planes of the station-- something rougher, more natural-- that he doesn't even care who he's got to thank for it.

"Think I'll spot 'em before I step in 'em," he says, waiting for a cart to pass before joining Allgood at the edge of the square, adding with a smirk, "Twice as likely as you are, anyway."