Carmy does glance at her - he never really knows how to, like, be around women? What to say, how to act. Like, he doesn't really understand people in general, but he's picked up the basics of how to be "one of the boys" in a casual setting, and "boss" in others. It doesn't help that he's dressed up like a cabana boy right now, an embarrassing and revealing costume that has him standing like he's posing the moment he's aware of eyes on him.

"Oh, yeah," he says, ashing his newly-lit cigarette, breathing out a stream of smoke. Looks closer at her, realizing she too has come over here out of the way for some peace from the revelry. He takes a seat, knees wide, gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile. "They've had me working my ass off," he admits quietly. "So I haven't really had a minute to enjoy it." But now that she's pointed it out, he has to admit: it is a nice night.