Nancy: *flinches slightly as she passes by* “Careful, Phoenix...”
Puck: “Well, Haru’s right about me staying up, at least. I was the last one to speak to Justin before... everything. At least as far as I know; obviously whoever killed him could’ve stopped to chat in the meantime.” *rubs his forehead, frowning*
Nancy: “What was it about? That might--”
Puck: *shrugs carelessly* “Women? You? Something like that? I wasn’t really paying much attention.” *with mingled regret and hope* “He’s not Deon, if you see what I mean?”
Nancy: “...”
Puck: *sadly* “Didn’t think you would.”
Nancy: “Sorry... um. You were out almost before I was, weren’t you? So were--”
Puck: “I remember. I was trying to go back to bed at the time, but got sidetracked in the bathroom, and came out when the gun went off... Think I saw a flash of red or something, while I was in there? But that could’ve been a migraine, too. I’ve been getting them lately. So take that with a heap of salt.”
Nancy: *sympathetically* “Thank you, Puck.”