[Interior, day, La Quinta Inn in Fresno, California. A CLERK looks at the ID of a road-weary woman, CHERYL, as she checks in.]
CLERK: So...you don't have hair no more, or you're just keeping it short under that hat?
CHERYL: No, I'm going through chemo right now.
CLERK: Oh, yeah, I had a feeling. I didn't want to say anything, though. I didn't want to ask and be rude.
CHERYL: But you did ask.
CLERK: Sorry, I shouldn't have been intrusive.
CHERYL: It's okay, I could have lied if I wanted to.
CLERK: I don't like liars.