She brings her hands up over her face and ducks her head, acting overwhelmed and embarrassed at the fingergun. It's a good way to hide her horror at the way Greg is acting. This is terrible.

"Oh! I have a picture right here." She fiddles with the clasp on her bag - hopefully her clumsy fingers can be attributed to nerves and not the fact that her hands haven't felt right in weeks - and finally manages to remove the photo. It's a publicity shot from months ago, picturing Greg and Meril with several people she doesn't recognize - people that had come and gone before she arrived. "I've always been a fan of your early sound," she lies by way of explanation. This photo was the result of several hours of scouring record shops - it is not an accident.