[Elle hesitates, too, though mostly because she's having trouble processing that, yes, this really is a thing that's happening. Boone making the first move is what does it, though, and she takes what's left over, leaving her duffle bag sitting by the door. The trackshirt swallows her, but that just means she has something to hide from the cold in. The majority of her face ends up disappearing into the shirt, leaving her eyes visible between the jacket's collar and her hat. She doesn't even bother trying to shake her hands free of the sleeves.]
R-R-Right. Okay. Okay...
[Small island. Beach to the south, mountain to the north. Some plains, mostly jungle. Elle thinks she spots a stream...]
The fuck kind of island is this cold AND has a tropical jungle?... [It's more of a grumble by this point, racking her brain for an answer.]
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R-R-Right. Okay. Okay...
[Small island. Beach to the south, mountain to the north. Some plains, mostly jungle. Elle thinks she spots a stream...]
The fuck kind of island is this cold AND has a tropical jungle?... [It's more of a grumble by this point, racking her brain for an answer.]