[Alicia's laugh is light as she works; it carries easily across the room, and her father looks over with a very obvious curiosity on why his girl is suddenly so cheery, but doesn't say anything - he's occupied enough as it is. Her autograph is graceful and, in the way of famous people across history, difficult to make out without recognizing it already.]

Well, of course you wouldn't! So you're here, and I'm glad for it. Not that I'm the lead character or anything. Which is probably for the better! I'd probably have complained all movie about the sand sticking to everything.

[The crowd in earshot laughs; Alicia has a certain glow about her as she laughs along, grabbing a white, laminated card and beginning to write on that as well. This is slower, and more readable, though she's keeping the card away from Maya while she writes...?]