"Thanks."
They lit up together. The man glanced at Lantry's mouth. "Cool night."
"Cool."
They shifted their feet. "Terrible accident."
"Terrible."
"So many dead."
"So many."
Lantry felt himself some sort of delicate weight upon a scale. The other man did not seem to be looking at him, but rather listening and feeling toward him. There was a feathery balance here that made for vast discomfort. He wanted to move away and get out from under this balancing, weighing. The tall white-haired man said, "My name's McClure."
"Did you have any friends inside?" asked Lantry.
"No. A casual acquaintance. Awful accident."