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	[color=c4df9b]”Beret!”[/color] Beatriz snapped her fingers. [color=c4df9b]”That’s the fuckin’ ticket.”[/color] Despite all of the crazy sights in this place, for some reason this ‘painter’s hat’ had really captured Bea’s imagination. She had a small smile on her face. When it was lowered so Bea could get a look at it, she raised her hands as if she wanted to grab it, or maybe even put it on. But she didn’t, so her hands just hovered near the hat. Her hands were rough and brown, with clipped fingernails. 

	[color=c4df9b]”Right, no, I guess not. You could just be, uh, y’know, French or some shit like that.”[/color] Beatriz nodded thoughtfully.

	[color=c4df9b]”Are you French?”[/color] She asked, raising her eyebrows. [color=c4df9b]”Like, from France? I’m from Brazil.”[/color] She pointed at the ground beneath them. 

	Beatriz stepped away from Rosie and the hat so she wouldn’t have to look up as much to keep talking. Beatriz heard yet another shout from the floating girl and briefly glanced over to see what was the matter, but mostly she was focused on her conversation with the enigmatic Rosie who had saved her day. Beatriz felt obligated to talk to her as long as Rosie wanted too. That made a thought occur to her.

[color=c4df9b]”Oh, shit- I’m not- I’m not buggin’ you, am I?”[/color] She asked with a smile, scratching the back of her head. [color=c4df9b]”It’s just, uh, I’m kinda here by myself until I ring up my family.”[/color]