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[It's the ocean! The waves are tumbling and pretty decent today, and the device is on the sand, recording a slight figure in a blue and black neoprene wetsuit catching a wave and riding it, getting in the pipe, and then barreling out the other end.

In another minute she's coming out of the water, laughing - yes, laughing - and shaking her head to get the excess water off. She moves so her device, sets her surfboard upright in the sand and unzips her wetsuit down just a bit to get more sun.

When she speaks, her accent is a touch more Australian than it ever was, with the Namibian still in the background.]

There's a fierce curl out there today; Scholar would love this, I know I'm taking as much as I can out of it. Why isn't anyone else out here?

[She flops back, then remembers why she's out here. She grabs her device.]

I woke up and the hostel I'm staying at [she doesn't remember getting there or where she is but she's sure she's at a hostel] had this huge collection of shoes, so I put them out. I figure the owners will turn up and get them, because they're not mine. If they were mine I would have given them to a charity shop, they look pretty expensive.

[She flops back again]

Come on, someone come out here! The water's grand!

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[Saya is still on the beach, taking in the sun. Now her wetsuit is mostly unzipped - she has a bikini on underneath - and she's enjoying the sunshine.]

[When she spots her, she slips out of her shoes to pad over the warm sand, eventually plopping down next to her without any need for an invitation.]

You're certainly enjoying yourself.

Sure.

[Saya looks up at the teenager next to her]

Why wouldn't I?

I didn't imagine you surfing.

[Sun and sand was nothing unusual.]

[Saya looks over; there's life in her eyes, there's something there today]

Why not? Did we meet at the hostel? Because I think I must have gotten ripped, I don't remember a thing.

[Ugh. Gross, Saya. Carla looks back at her, faintly condescending.]

What do you remember?

I was in Bali with Scholar.

Who?

My brother.

Hm. What were you two doing in Bali?

Chasing a primo swell down the coast.

[Incredulity pinches at her face.]

So you're beach bums year round.

[Pause]

Don't say that like it's a bad thing.

It's not the most impressive resume.

What's an impressive resume going to get me?

[Oh my god. Her look turns a little withering, pushing herself back up to her feet.]

It's a turn of phrase, but the answer is 'my interest.'

[Hey, wtf.]

Hey sheila, don't be a bitch about it.

Too late.

[Saya gets up and zips her wetsuit back up and shakes her head]

Whatever. I don't even know you.

That's for the best.

[She at least bothers to wave vaguely before she sets off to find something else to do.]