Vision was made even worse by her having knelt down. She squinted up, huffing a breath at the sun in her eyes before pushing to stand, shouldering her backpack as she went.

"Were any of us really on the boat?" she asked, before shaking her head. "I guess I was. I'm still trying to decide if I'm dead, been drugged, or just finally fuckin' snapped." She squinted at the hoodie.

"You dressed up as the Unibomber or something?"