What. Is. This.
Um, excuse me, blonde flight-attendant-looking lady with the grabby hands and the wandering lips. I realize that trying to get a good whiff in while Jake walks by is a primal urge that all who have been in his presence experience, but this is taking things a bit too far. And I'm not convinced that Jake isn't enjoying this to a certain degree... The brush of hands over your magazine, the Brian-Williams-eyebrow raise, the way in which his open mouth could mean many things, but none of them good...
So listen up, sweetheart. Unhand the Gyllenhaal, button up your damn shirt, remove your tacky fake-tipped nails from his exterior, and back your grocery-store-L'Oreal-dye-job AWAY FROM MY MAN.
In happier news, Silver has started a Source Code blog. YAY!