Felicia took Spanish and barely passed it. She can't help Marty decode whatever those people are yelling at him. She can, however, tell they are pissed he wasted their time. Must be an everyday thing with him.

"An umbrella isn't going to help you with the ocean, Marty," she replies flatly. She kind of wants this dream to last a little longer. It's definitely less emotionally draining and painful than some of the other dreams she's poked around in. She'll probably still be sick when she wakes up afterwards, but maybe it'll be worth it this time.

One of the other actors... people, whatever they are, walks by Felicia and Marty and hands him a little toy boat. Bright red and yellow plastic just shoved into his hands. It's just a stupid bath toy, but the girl is finishing Felicia's explanation. Good job, dream girl.