...another beer.

Summer thanks you with another heartwarming smile and you clink your bottles.

You try to steer the conversation towards her private life, maybe you can capitalize on any problems in her marriage. And indeed, very quickly, Summer admits things are not going to well with her husband. "I love him dearly, but things are just so stressful with the baby and all. Sometimes I wonder if this was it? I'm way past 30, and my youth and beauty are gone, I'll not become a famous hollywood actress. All my life seems already over.
You unsuspiciously sit a tad closer to her. "Well at least I can assure you that your beauty is far from gone, Summer. You are as pretty as you've been when you first appeared in Firefly, and I'm sure a lot of guys would kill to be with you."

She smiles weakly. "Thank you, that's nice of you to say. But still... I thought I wanted to be a mother, but I miss these old days of less responsibility. And often I think, maybe I could have made it, gotten a really good role in an AAA movie, become as famous as one of those girls..." - she points to Emma Watson and Jennifer Lawrence talking to each other in another corner - "... and even win an Oscar or something."

Soon, she finishes her beer again, and without prompt, you go and get her another drink.