"Yeah, okay, taping it is. I- no. Let's go with no. I tried a couple things, none of them worked, and if these guys have any sort of special protection against me singing at them I do not want to find that out right now. Step one: get the hell out of this apartment."

She heads back out of the room, rolls the guy in the living room as best she can; when this fails to be as efficient as she would like, she settles for 'under the table' and just throws a bunch of blankets over the table to block his view. Close enough. She throws whatever else she can find into containers and goes back for Art. "So. Zaaaack. Time to go, right? Go, go, go?"

She's jittering back and forth on her feet. She may be slightly nervous.