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Michael enters from the lake area. His expression's tense, forbidding, as he goes to Bar. He speaks quietly, the words not audible to anyone else. She must understand, one assumes, since a small pile of items--blankets, a ground cover, a basket of human-safe food, and bottles of water and alcohol appear on the counter.
He glances around briefly,seeing if anyone familiar's in, before paying the tab and returning outdoors.