She hands him the rest of her coffee, apparently done with it, his if he wants it.

"Nothing I can't handle," she finally says. "The worst part is what you already said at the dock. There's nothing for me out there. Not anymore."

Still, they'll have to leave in two weeks, and she isn't sure where they'll go or what they'll do. Will he stick with her?

"What are you gonna do? Once we're in Tahiti?"