Social norms be damned. Laney wasn't one for them. She could care less that he wasn't polite. She wasn't always polite, so how could she hold anyone else to that standard? She couldn't, really. But she did wish he said something. Anything. But he didn't, and she was going to hold her ground, no matter what. He didn't seem to be going anywhere yet. So she had time to figure out exactly what women her perceived age did in this situation.
After several minutes of silence, she turned over, exposing her sparsely lotioned back to the sun, and Noah. She knew that Alfie seemed to enjoy her body, so she figured it made sense that other men would. Again, she was only just trying to win this weird competition they were now involved in-- if it even was a competition. Maybe Noah just didn't want to talk to her, and she was making this all up in her head.