It's Callie. She looks up and meets my gaze. 

Nice day out, isn't it?  I say.

"Not really," she comments, looking up at the darkened sky and noting her wet clothes. 

I was being sarcastic.

She nods. I see that she seems down. I ask what's bothering her. She looks at me and lifts a corner of her mouth in a forced half-smile. 

"I have questions, is all."

What about? I prompt.

"Nothing in particular."

I say no more.