J.C. is a natural explorer, especially of heights (even before she could walk she managed to get on the roof of the house, and no one knows how) and so she gravitates towards the top of the hotel, still wearing her enormous backpack, a tight white t-shirt, and repeatedly patched baggy jeans that barely manage to cling to her hips. The future has interesting fashion.
"Uh," she says, finding herself not alone up here, "Dude." 'Hello', J.C.