[ The parade of gruesome munching noises rolls to an abrupt halt. The young man is frozen with a handful of popcorn shoved halfway into his mouth and he blinks owlishly at his neighbor for a second before meekly offering: ]

Shorreh.

[ Spoken, of course, around the mass of half-chewed popcorn still in his mouth, resulting in several spit covered kernels flying off into the darkness between the seats. ]