"Trailer. Here." She put him down on the table. "Got to crack a window." The window creaked, opening. Then she opened a squat white cabinet that stood on the floor, took out a blue-and-silver metallic-looking container, closing the cabinet. "My turn to not be able to offer you a drink." She pulled a ring atop the container. Drank from the resulting opening. The chair was moving again. She sat in it, facing him. It hummed, creaked, was silent, unmoving. "Okay," she said, "she your girlfriend?"