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[She glances toward his hand that's in his pocket, wondering if the sun will be able to do anything to fix it. There's worry that maybe it won't. He seems nice and doesn't deserve something like that to happen to him. He's so nice that he's even showing an interest in where she's from. It's a question that makes Chrissy smile a little, shrugging her shoulders as if everything that's happening on this boat is perfectly casual and normal.]

Hawkins, Indiana.

[And now that they're walking back out toward the deck, Chrissy's feeling a renewed sense of hope. Maybe the sun will help his arm. And maybe it will help warm her over too.]

Thanks, by the way. For saving me.