She slows and stops, finding his question too poignant. She could imagine it coming out of her mouth as a teen, directed at Adam. Her Captain. Perhaps there's more to this transactional exchange and she comes back his way, finding a dry part of a brick wall from the nearby shop and leans against it. She slides down until she's in a squat next to him, arms resting over her knees, more level with him. Maybe the rain will pass, in time.

"Do you miss your Captain?"