"What, you mean someone actually Stepford to match the town?" Rumlow asks with a huff of a laugh. It sounds like a joke. It's not. At least she's finding other guys to paint the nails of. His own are chipped (again) and Rumlow shoves his hand in his pocket while the other sits at her waist. She always insists on starting from scratch, so that means she's gotta wipe off the old before she can put on the new. He's patient enough for it, hence letting her do it in the first place, and it's not like anyone's around to point out regulations.

"That'd be great though, Kenzi. Though, I dunno how many people getting their nails done are gonna wanna learn how to beat people up, but who knows. Might be a niche market waiting to be tapped."

He looks down to smile at her when he notes the frown on her face. He nudges his hip against hers, brows set in a similar fashion.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, still walking to keep from anything being conspicuous. It's something he just does around here, sort of on default. It just seems like a smart move, considering the all too obvious vibe of the place.