[Rachel, at seven o'clock, is sitting in a pew. There are some people there, scattered around, some talking in hushed tones, some dividing up blankets, but Rachel seems fairly reverent, her head bowed slightly, eyes closed in thought.
But she opens his eyes slightly to look over, at the sound of someone entering, and she jumps to her feet, eyes wide.]
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But she opens his eyes slightly to look over, at the sound of someone entering, and she jumps to her feet, eyes wide.]
Do you need any --
[Pause.]
... are you a penguin?