"You're sure?" Frida said as she looked at the flattened tent laying on the ground. "I think I should help at least." 'Even though I have no idea what I'm doing. Sure. I'll help.'

Without an explaination, Frida grabbed a pole and started to set it up the way it seemed to go. Which was up. That was the way you wanted the tent to go anyway wasn't it?
"I've never camped before...I mean, I have...but in cabins." She connected one pole to another and looked at her progress, which wasn't very good. 'What's the string for...?'

"Oh!" Frida looked at Stacey-Ann again, "It's nice to meet you, Stacey-Ann." She held her hand out to shake, "I'm Frida Bok. I'm sorry we had to meet like this."