The quiet woman was still... quiet. Obviously she must be withholding something vitally important that can't be expressed in such a remote part of town. Publicity is the secret to privacy, afterall. Or maybe it was something to do with the man next to them? Maybe its the fact that he bears no shirt? She quickly scurries off and takes a sheet off of an abandoned clothesline. Just as quickly as she left, she returns to the two. This is promptly followed by the aforementioned sheet being tossed over the foreigner's head. This should make conversation much easier and less awkward for the seemingly shy girl. The sheet also seems to suit him much better as well, in her mind.