[She settles down close beside him, pulling his jacket around her as she leans back. She's tired from working all night on the projector, and hadn't had time with all the excitement today to rest.]
You think he would agree? I'd be glad of the help. Perhaps he can help me pick something you would like to see.
[She turns her head toward him, resting it against the tree trunk.] No, I haven't. And I don't recall anyone asking. There wasn't time for that with the war.