"Huh, so you do ogle me. I couldn't tell if you're plotting to hurt me or somethin' else. Nice to know. Don't mind me! Go get your soda, for you shall not be missed." 

Just then Dillon came bounding and bouncing back to the jacuzzi, much to Adrian's wonder and possible horror. "You may be cute, Dill Pickle, but you're also secretly conniving. And bouncing. Why are you bouncing? Should I be afraid that you're bouncing?"

"Not at all, big guy," she said cheerfully as she slid into the jacuzzi alongside him.

"So tell me," Dillon began with wide, eager eyes. "How'd you get the scars? They're everywhere!"

"Samurai are assholes."

"Are you saying samurai did this to you? I can't tell if you're yanking my chain or genuine since you're wasted..."

"A ghost samurai, actually," he continued.

"Yep, yanking my chain," Dillon sighed. "Even now he isn't letting me in. This is hopeless..." she whimpered as she sank further into the water of the jacuzzi until only her nose and defeated eyes could be seen.