[Ah, but see, he thinks you're nothing but his imagination running around with itself again. Much like the Locker.

Which is why he stays where he is in the hammock, staring at her a while longer with her fancy gown, fan, and hair before dropping his hat back down over his eyes.]

I've no time for figments and mirages. But do go down and cheer up the boys before you go, would you? Preferably without the dress.

[She might want to be pleasant but he's got no need to be.]