P: not sure how much longer i can make it without dying of thirst
C: will you ever stop complaining.
P: what about you, kid? How’re you holding up?
L: im...ok.
P: whats a house finch like you doing out here in del’s little army, anyway?
L: i...worked for his parents in their house. Ive known the young mast – i mean del for a few years. I’ve seen how lonely he is at home, beneath that exterior he puts up.