[The little boy, darker than his mother and with a head of very curly hair, grins up at him and waves, back, though doesn't speak. Reina snorts, though she does seem to soften a little at the attention given to her baby boy.]

I run into one of us every day. I work with the guy. What's your excuse?

[Apparently being drawn to them. Which she isn't going to go with as a valid reason.]