Why is she out here? She hadn't asked herself that yet and takes a long moment to decide, eyes on the stars. "I would make a wish if I had one," she replies, slow and even, considering still as she speaks. It seems as if she might say more, but she doesn't. Harrison's suggestion that she is out here for a break isn't quite right and she hadn't been able to think up an interesting alternate reason, beyond the obvious. She's just here to sit in the clouds. And, apparently, to mooch.

Wordlessly, she reaches out two fingers to bum a drag off of Harrison's cigarette.