[He watches as the thing splashes into the pool and drops like a rock, to be forgotten forever. A shame; he was hoping to see her toss it. But then again, Tessa seems like a nice person, unlike him.]

See, you missed your chance. You totally could have thrown it, and then it would have landed on someone's head. I would've loved to see the look on their face at your wonderful gift of mixed DNA.

[As soon as he says that, the thought occurs to him that maybe he could have just kept the damn thing, taken it back to the motel and swabbed it. Who knows what kind of craziness he would have found under the glass? But then Malcolm remembers there's a cute girl in front of him, and he's thinking about looking at DNA samples, which is kind of really lame. He clears his throat.]

Um... so where are you from, anyway?