Halea continues standing in the doorway, the smoke of her pipe circling around her. Vanna rises from the mattress, the sheet falling off her shoulder.

Halea: So? Enjoying your stay?

Vanna's face fills with fear, and she pulls the sheet up closer to her collarbone.

Vanna: YOU.

Halea steps forward casually.

Halea: Oh, come now... No need to act surprised.

She kneels in front of Vanna, smiling. Vanna edges backward, panicked. She appears to have no clothes on under the sheet, and pulls it around her even more closely.

Halea: Welcome to the grand backstage... Vanna Lorelai Morena.