[ They're two birds in the same boat. Out on the beach with a few of her things (which amounts to much of nothing, really, just some hygine products in a makeshift rucksack), Qiao Ling drops down beside that bonfire with a sigh. Her legs ache from running around on the sand all day, her heart is tired from swinging between thinking she'd been kidnapping to learning she had been kidnapped (but worse). Even if the sun isn't a real sun and she isn't sunburnt, she still feels spent. How to age a year in a day... she's confident she could write a book on that topic now. Not that she will, because it's rude to ask a woman her age, okay?!

She smiles at the other girl, waving her hand in greeting before curling up in the sweatshirt she pilfered off of one of those high rank guests. She's still wearing a bathing suit beneath it, but it's enough to keep her suitably warm with the heat coming off the fire. ]

Huh? [ she is immediately concerned when the other girl says she has to sleep outside. well—it's not outside, since they're in a resort, but it's as outside as they can get right now. ] Did they kick you out of your bungalow? [ ooooohhhhh. she's already rolling up the sleeves of her sweater, ready to throw down with some rude seagull lifeguards. ] You can't sleep out here! What if you catch a cold? Or a creep comes by? Let's go talk to those lifeguards, I'll show them some sense.