Slowly, he plucks an earbud out of his ear.

"Oh," Artolo says dully, "it's you."

The chick from the tv show. He remembers. About a couple of weeks ago, he'd awkward and mortified at her appearance after the stunt he pulled. Running away like a jackass thirteen year old who embarrassed himself in front of the girl he liked, or whatever. Right now, however, he can't be bothered.

Besides, he has a theory.

Taking a drag of the joint he has in his hand, he tilts his head at her. "So, flower delivery, huh?"