[Agnes stops. She wasn't really looking for a conversation. This just happened to be where she was walking, only paying attention to her surroundings enough not to walk headlong into anything. She's not dressed so well for the beach, either: in a woolen coat and scarf, she may as well be in the middle of winter. Her hands remain in her pocket.]
Alright.
[But she doesn't move, not yet. She watches, her gaze deep and intense, like she's trying to figure out everything that underlies the snappy remark.]
dreaming
Alright.
[But she doesn't move, not yet. She watches, her gaze deep and intense, like she's trying to figure out everything that underlies the snappy remark.]