"Well, it's just questioning, right? You're questioning me -- it's what cops do."

And who are these boys?

"The boys?"

"Yeah, Andre and the guys. They're inside. In the tent."

And why is that?

"Why are you freezing out here, while the boys are inside?"

"They got too much stuff crammed in there. No room."

"Stuff like what?"

"Music stuff mostly. Like this tape recorder, but bigger. And there's piles of it."

"Why not just leave some of it outside so you don't have to freeze?"

"That stuff is more expensive than I am. More expensive than any of us, really. Doesn't matter. I can take the cold."

It's probably amphetamine -- It makes you feel impervious to the elements, but doesn't actually make you any less cold.

"Why? Why can you take it?"

"I got my recordings to do, I feel better outside..." A wave breaks close-by and covers her in a cold spray.

(Let it go.) "Got it..."

She looks back at her tape recorder.

"You mean like those headphones your boyfriend sold."

"Yup." She squints her eyes a little. "They were pretty... I'm sorry we sold those."

(Let it go.) "Got it..."

She looks back at her tape recorder.

(Give her your hat.) "Here. You need this more than I do."

"See? That's the appropriate way to give a girl a hat..."

"Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

"Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

"Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

"Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

"Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

"Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

"Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

"Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

"Thanks." She puts it on. It's a bit large for her.

"Sorry, I don't really want that." She looks away.