Inside: Amelia/Shane
Think I'd be able to demand twenties? [Amelia follows him inside, and hopes whatever's going on there, they both keep their head on straight. It'll be a disaster otherwise. She takes the rags. The mud was still wet enough she could wipe some of it off. Her hair is the real problem, and the clothes. Still, she doesn't regret it. That was fun and they didn't have much of that.] If he sees me like this, he'll go running out himself.
[Her clothes are wet and sticking tightly to her skin. She peels some of it away and tries to air it out with a little flip, not able to drag it off the same way he does. She's not comfortable enough to get rid of it. Another time.] How many tattoos do you have?