[Tess walks by with a bag of cherry tomatoes, which she eats like grapes, popping them whole into her mouth. They're delicious. She gives the girl and the dog a brief glance and keeps going on her way, and then stops.
She doesn't like kids and she doesn't particularly like dogs. She hasn't known a dog she's liked in decades. But she is an adult who is wary of the sun going down, and doubly wary of little children out alone, much less alone when the sun is about to set.
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She doesn't like kids and she doesn't particularly like dogs. She hasn't known a dog she's liked in decades. But she is an adult who is wary of the sun going down, and doubly wary of little children out alone, much less alone when the sun is about to set.
Tess doesn't even try to soften her usual tone.]
Hey. You supposed to be out here alone, hon?