"Are you out for a picnic?" The voice came from just behind Regina in the tall grass of the meadow, and slightly to one side, though there had been no sound of his approach. She might take it as coincidence that he hadn't seemed to loom (and most people did), but it happened that the speaker knew exactly how to stand to keep a stray shadow from giving him away, even when it was high noon. "Or are you planning to do a bit of sunbathing?"

His was the tone of someone who knew very well it was neither.