Johnny shoots him a look. Suddenly he wishes he hadn't suggested this at all. He has a very bad fucking feeling in the pit of his stomach that if Greta goes off with this guy she's going to be learning a little too much about him. She's seen it firsthand, of course. What she knows is almost just as bad - but it's different. She's different.

But what can he say? He doesn't want to expose any of it in front of her. She seems to trust this asshole, and anyway she can probably take care of herself.

"Good luck," he says weakly, nodding his head toward them.