Friday, Friday, Friday! It's lost its shine a little since coming to Willowbrook, seeing as she can't leave campus anyways, but she'll take the small break from everything it gives her. Free time is never turned in a place like this, and she plans to waste it any lazy lazy way she can. So far, her plans include: sleeping, more sleeping, maybe some basketball, guitar, and... more sleeping. No homework, no laundry, no listening to her roommate. It's gonna be awesome.
Having just come from the grocery, Bailey shoulders the door leading out of the rec center, a large bag of chips caught between her teeth (essential for the weekend) and a gallon of laundry soap (essential for pretending to be productive for the weekend) dangling from one hand. Her backpack is heavy on her shoulders, laden with the usual boring crap, but also a stash of sour gummy worms. It's part of the winds of change that signal the weekend.
Or just the winds of...cold. Bailey frowns around her chip bag at the weather. It doesn't need to be so windy yet. There's not even snow to blow around. Then again, maybe rain the sky keeps threatening with will turn into it. A moment passes where she considers the sourness of the weather, then takes in the, well, scene happening in the pool. She pads forward a little, looking from the decorations and the man above to Bob and back again.
"Um," she says helpfully, fumbling when the bag comes out of her mouth. "Are you..." Swimming?
Should she even ask? Bailey isn't an unfriendly person, but maybe she shouldn't. So many strange things happen here, most of which she'd rather not know about.
"Do you want a towel or something?" she asks the man wading out of the pool. "Or a pool noodle, or a... I dunno. Is the water nice?"