[ What? Naomi frowns a little, looking down at Max worriedly. They took him back? At least he got away again... ]

I wonder how anyone would know to track him down and bring him here. If he wasn't even your dog at home for over a year -- I thought you'd kept him.

[ She's too drunk to think about what that all means. And if she'd tried it would've been immediately derailed anyway, when Frank mentions his wife. Her eyes lift again, finding Frank's hand. No ring. ]

What happened?

[ ...whoops. She definitely shouldn't have asked that and realizes it immediately, she's just. Not very sharp at the moment. But this is Frank, not Alex, she can't just go poking for details about people's failed marriages willy-nilly. ]

Sorry, that slipped. Pretend I never asked.