He wriggled in his seat, stretching so he could get ahold of his wallet, tucking the list into it so he could be sure he wouldn't lose it even if he ended up changing pants before he went on his way again.

He shook his head at the question, "Nah, it's fine. The remover's the problem, and only if it's the heavy-duty acetone kind."

He was quiet for a moment, ostensibly watching the movie, before he offered: "I can do your off-hand for you, if you like."