[Rei's dressed simply, a red sundress and flats, seated on a small deck chair near the edge of the roof. There's a little umbrella set up, with a second chair and cooler too. When he appears, that tight knot of emotion in him gets her to stand up straight, and eyebrows raised she faces him.]
You look like you're worried I'll snap your head off. [A beat.] I won't.
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You look like you're worried I'll snap your head off. [A beat.] I won't.