Water pours from the sky, the hot shell of the street emitting its water in vaporous fog.  They can hear singing from the Devil Ray up the street, though softer at this angle and distance.  Hallen shoots Quinta a nervous look as she is followed to the sideyard, then steps into the stall and closes the makeshift door on its rope hinges.  She removes her clothes, patches of her visible through the slats, and hangs the garments over the edge of the fence to let them soak up the rain before she scrubs them... fabric is expensive, and-- at least for now-- it's everything she owns.  She seems to notice Quinta watching, aware of the scrutiny, but shows little concern for the gaps in the slats.<br/><br/>((Any follow-up, ladies and gentlemen, or shall we proceed to the cane farm?  It's an open world at this point... if you change your minds, seek outside help, follow extra leads, etc. it's all up to you.))<br/>