[ On her way to the Pavilion ]
[ Rain wasn't anything to be bothered over. There was no lightening. No thunder. Nothing to frightened of by the pitter patter of drops hitting the ground, rustling through the trees, sliding down her neck... ]
[ Shivering, she brushed her hair back off her neck. And then she saw them, the two men playing chicken with the rain. Only someone crazy like her would be out in weather like this. Boldly, she walked closer, not minding at all how her blue dress clung to her. ]
Not scared of the rain? [ laugh ] You're going to drown.