Closed curtain. There's the sound of hustle, airport intercom babble, curtain opens...
C: "Can I ask you what you are scanning the bag for? Just curious."
Grumpy capillary-popped-nose security guy (who could only be from say, South Boston) not-even making eye contact, belligerently mutters: "Explosives."
Curtains close with C grinning.
(eyes used for tooth support)
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