Jack laughed. "You're... funny," he observed. "Pretty and funny. Wow. I bet you get more from people than I do. Don't tell me you're smart as well."

Christine shook her head. "I prefer to give then to receive." She said. "I'm a physician, a doctor and surgeon so if that makes me smart, then good?" She chuckled.

Jack blinked, looking up at her. "Woah..." he breathed. He grinned slowly. "I picked lucky today! You're... dating material."

Christine shook her head with a smile. "Glad I've been approved." She said, taking another long inhale on her cigarette. "Man... you really are a smooth one."

"Don't make fun," Jack grinned. "But seriously... like... just about deserving of a proposal right now. You should see the girls in court!" He groaned. "I'd rather die than pick one of them!" He looked up at her, eyes large, lip quivering. "Save me? Please?"

Christine chuckled. "Save you from the clingers in court? Hm... now I'll have to think about that one. Let's see... you offer me chocolate and booze, give ma smoke and tell me I'm pretty four times within the minute. You think that's enough to save you?" She smiled, a bit weakly, but it was genuine. "Though how can I say no to a puppy dog face like that."

Jack grinned and stuck his tongue out at her. "Fine, just leave me to my fate," he pouted.

Christine smiled and patted his shoulder. "I asked how I could refuse didn't I?" She said. "Did I say I would leave you to a life if clingers?"

Jack grinned. "No," he answered. "Does that mean you're saying yes? Because... that would make you top of the charts amazing."

Christine nodded. "I'm here to help aren't I?" She said with a smile.

Jack's grin couldn't have been wider. "Do you... live around here?" he asked. "I could take you on a date, or... something..."

Christine looked at him. To be honest or not? Would one date really hurt? They'd probably be leaving eventually. "A date? Really? Wow you must really want to be saved to go on a date with me." She smiled.

Jack gave her a look, saying something along the lines of how many times did you count me telling you you're pretty? "Come on, it'd be fun! We could do anything you wanted. Go out, stay in somewhere. Eat, dance, run."

Christine laughed. "Why do I let you choose." She said, tapping the ash off of her cigarette, it was almost done. "I'm not really from here so I don't know what do do around this place."

Jack pulled out the case in his jacket and offered her another smoke. "Well neither am I," he chuckled. "Where are you staying then? I'll think of something... and pick you up tomorrow. Six good?"