She leads the way to a shaded area just beside the tent, where there's buckets of ice containing just about any drink you could possibly want. And, for those who wish to indulge, there's a full bar complete with a friendly (if somewhat odd) bartender, who she's learned is also a native just like those they've left dancing behind them. She goes straight for the water, taking a long swig before twisting the cap back on and holding the cold bottle against the back of her neck.

"So, Malcolm, where are you from?" Someplace exotic, she hopes.