(It's a rhetorical question. She's frowning at the wheel, one hand on her hip... Beau, obviously just as confused as she is about the whole thing. It does look like you're supposed to get into it... and then, as she watches the thing start to turn, shifting the little carriages up, she gets it.)
Oh. It's– look. (She touches Beau's shoulder, points to direct her gaze upward.)
It's a look-out. You must be able to see everything from up there. (It's actually pretty clever, now that she knows what it's for. Also...) Do you think they'd let us try it?
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(It's a rhetorical question. She's frowning at the wheel, one hand on her hip... Beau, obviously just as confused as she is about the whole thing. It does look like you're supposed to get into it... and then, as she watches the thing start to turn, shifting the little carriages up, she gets it.)
Oh. It's– look. (She touches Beau's shoulder, points to direct her gaze upward.)
It's a look-out. You must be able to see everything from up there. (It's actually pretty clever, now that she knows what it's for. Also...) Do you think they'd let us try it?