Maybe it's because I'm not a Fed. I just work with them. And no. No paintings of them.

[They actually do have all the time in the world, or at least Angela does. There's nothing for her at her place and even less at his except for a sad container of melted ice cream in his trashcan. Taking the scenic route only means that Angela has more time and more opportunity to poke at getting to know him. She's already told him enough about her.]

You never answered my question. What did you do at home?

[She doesn't sound too hard up for the answer, but she will be soon if he keeps avoiding giving her direct responses to direct questions.]