Hey, that's- that's a great idea, actually!

[She brightens visibly, slipping her phone in her pocket in preparation to stand.]

Can we bullshit me up a cane? Let's strip down an umbrella. They fucking sell umbrellas here.

[That random profanity? It comes whenever a breath catches in her throat and she punctuates it with something harsh and hissed. It's hard out there for a Muse.]