"He's such a sweetheart, it's no surprise he has so many friends willing to come and help out." She picks her brush back up and starts carefully picking out the edge of a cliff. It's not what they're meant to paint, but ... with someone to talk to, it's easier to digest the fact that she's painting something from a memory.

"I'm still looking for a job, I just moved here. What is it you do, if that's not rude of me to ask?"