The glance up from her screen was nothing short of owlish. Had it really become so late, so fast? Where did the time go? Could they hyper-refine a Slow to effectively become Time Lords? That was the question.
Nodding sagely in response to the darkening sky, having come to much the same conclusion as Rydia when it came to bugs, Red folded her laptop and pulled to a stand. "Tell you what -- help me pack up and we'll put a pin in this for now." Just getting all her equipment together would eat into what little daylight they had left. Fondly she delivered a pat to the top of her dummy's oblong head. "Buster here cost a pretty gil, believe it or not. I don't want a rogue T-Rexuar mistaking him for a midnight snack." She couldn't say where the name came from or why it seemed to fit. It just did.
Red groaned a little while moving to retrieve the handcart used to haul everything into the field. It was at times like these she desperately wished that she could drive, as a Garden car with an empty trunk would make a far superior means of conveyance. Maybe she ought to redouble her efforts on that front. Or maybe she ought to ask Rydia. Given Red's own preferences there was slightly less of a chance they would get distracted and wind up in the back seat together. Slightly. Embarrassment ultimately kept her from making her absent license a more widely known fact. There was no guarantee a proud flower child knew how, either. "The beach trip sounds like it could make for an episode all its own. Gotta leave the audience wanting more, you know?"