Michael *Takes out a yellow mug and makes her a cuppa tea. Walks back up the stairs whilst stiring the cuppa.* A cuppa tea makes everything alright.
Alana: Stares at his cigarette, thinking silent thoughts about what they're like, as she's always wandering things. "It tastes lovely."
Alana: "Oh. OK..." She looks at the clock above the door. "Oh shoot! Faader will be home soon, I must be going!" She hugs Michael then goes out the door and down the stairs, waving at his Dad. "Bye, Michael!"
Alana: She walks out the door smiling, then gets out her phone and calls her 'best friend', Joe. "Hallo. I can't make it tomorrow. Maybe next week? Alright. Ta!" She then hangs up.