What made you think you would always die at sea?

[Shit. She recognizes that voice in herself. Her shrink voice, she calls it. The one the psychoanalyzes every little detail about everyone but herself. This poor guy doesn't need that, not right off the bat, not here. She walks a few steps closer and offers her hand.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -- that was unnecessary. I apologize. I'm Dani. Pretend I never said that.

[She looks young. Girlish, almost, in her white linen dress, thought the flower crown now sits on the table beside her bed.]