Bonnie just idly changes the song she's playing, nothing particularly recognisable, just a mess of notes that seems to come out pretty well from the jumble. Whether it's the music or his comment that makes her smile isn't entirely apparent. "You know how to make a girl feel all special, huh?"

There's something liberating about being out here, talking to a stranger at night. Even just innocent conversation; Clara kept her on a tight leash. "Is bein' out in the cold botherin' you?" She tilts her head, not quite sympathetic or concerned. It might be both, really, but there's that odd element of the dulled slipping back over that clarity of before.

"I'm Bonnie. How about you?"