ONE:
DRAKE and DRUM at another stall, now examining some clever — if cheap — CLOCKWORKS.

Between them, STONE’S HEAD is peeking up.

1. DRAKE: And what d’you suppose this is meant to be?

2. DRUM: I would imagine a kind of bird.

TWO:
Behind DRAKE and DRUM, as STONE reaches into DRAKE’S COAT POCKET.

3. DRAKE/above: If that’s a bird, I’m a fish.

4. DRUM/above: Not the way you swim.

THREE:
On STONE, as she begins to pull the MAP CASE from DRAKE’S POCKET. Her EYES are wide and delighted. Oh, she is so clever.

5. DRAKE/above: I swim fine when I know there’s a meeting with water coming.

6. DRUM/above: You swim like a rock, Miles.

7. DRAKE/above: Suppose that’s fair. I may not have fins

FOUR:
DRAKE and DRUM have pivoted to face STONE.

DRAKE has caught her by the wrist, holding the MAP CASE, and DRUM has likewise caught her other wrist.

8. DRAKE: …but my eyes are pretty good.