"Public property means it's open to the militia. They can search and seize possessions or people there any time they want. This is a police state, and unlike America, it doesn't pretend to be anything else," she says, turning to look at Mitchell over her shoulder, though the rest of her faces the water. "Don't forget that."

She doesn't go on, though. Instead she returns her attention to the view.

"It's strange, I think....that I like the water better like this, when it's cold." She hugs her arms around herself, like she's cold, although she's really not. "Can I tell you something a little bit terrible?"