Wherever you go...there you are
Marion had been acting really damn antisocial, and she was tired of it. It was pretty obvious she wasn't going anywhere soon, and wouldn't Jones just be gloating like a sonofabitch if he knew how badly she wished he would show up. But moping like a baby wasn't going to get him here any sooner, so that evening found her wandering into the rec room, determined to meet some new people. A machine over to one side that looked sort of like a jukebox (but not like one she'd ever seen) started playing an unfamiliar song as she walked in - something about falling in love with someone before the second show, and don't you remember you told me you loved me baby. Marion was only half listening as she took in her surroundings, wondering if anyone had any cigarettes.