It's only 20 minutes later when Clint comes back. His walk on the beach was sidetracked through a series of stores, so when he double-taps a knock and unlocks the door, he's drinking out of a small bottle of milk and has a plastic bag over his arm.

(In it is Nutella, animal crackers, a loaf of bread, and peanut butter. Provisions!)

"Hey, pretty lady," he says, glancing to her with a grin as he closes the door. "What're you up to?"