Daniel stares at the door that she had left through. She was right, he'd acted like she was ready to sink a knife in his back when really it was nothing like that. He's obviously got to get his priorities straight.

He runs the keys in his hands. The keys to a Lamborghini. In his hands. He tosses them on the coffee table and paces around to the couch, at which he sits down in the centre, elbows on knees and face in hands.

What am I doing?

He hears a frustrated raise of a voice outside his window. He gets up and looks out, there's Minxs on the sidewalk, leaning against the Lambo. Daniel picks up the keys, unlocks his door, goes out, locks his door, and makes his way down the stairs and outside.