[ She can’t quite tell if it’s relief that the young man seems to simply roll along with what she says. There had already been so much internal debate about whether or not she really was losing her mind that a distraction is more than welcome.

There’s a contemplative little hum as she takes a sip of her drink while pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. ]

I think I’m alright. That’s what this is for after all.

[ And here she waves a lazy hand towards her sunhat. Even with her pink-tinted sunglasses, he’d probably be able to tell that there’s a pale flush against her cheeks simply from exposure to the sun. ]

Admittedly, I don’t spend much time in heat like this. Or on the beach for that matter. [ Shockingly, the war isn’t a great time to be lounging on the sand. Leaning towards him she tilts her sunhat up. ] Do I feel warmer than I should?