She hurries away from him and up a decorative element of the playground that probably pretends to be modern art in the daytime. Not an ideal place, but good enough - at least she's high up enough that their eyes are roughly level and she can survey most of the area. And if she were to not move, she would visually become a part of the weirdly shaped wood, dark form on dark form.

You too.

No matter how good your 'ware is. She tilts her head a bit. What is it?