ADINA stands on the stairs above MARCUS. A case is at ADINA’S feet.
MARCUS: I think that’s the cab.
ADINA: Five, I said, not ten to.
MARCUS: You want a hand with that?
ADINA throws the case downstairs. MARCUS does not react. ADINA walks down to him.
ADINA: The land there’s a different sort of green. You could grow olives. And chillies.
MARCUS: They won’t wait if we don’t tell them to.
ADINA: It was on these stairs that I first saw you. Nearly fell down them. D’you remember?
ADINA: In there (she points to a room, off.) In there we – (she points to another room, off.)
MARCUS: You can’t miss your flight this time.
ADINA spits in MARCUS’s face.
ADINA: I was going to wait for you. To see your eyes in the sun.
MARCUS outstretches a hand.
ADINA: To see what we could grow, how we could.
ADINA walks off.