"Girl, you know what they say about this?" Hale tips his head back and his hat forward.
"When they can hear anything over the humping'n thumping of their partners upstairs, you mean?" Kenzi's not been as foresighted, now trying to wipe plaster dust out of her right eye without smudging the eyeliner.
"First time is happenstance, second time coincidence, and third time? Action."
"You skipped the 'enemy' part."
"That what we are?" He grins, glances at her from under the rim but doesn't move.
So Kenzi does: into Hale's space, his ridiculously elegant hands.
Maybe she has been feeling friendly.