At the Chieftain, Marin asks Theresa for cigarettes and is told they come in on the ferry once a month, and that once they've run out, the alternative is chaw. Marin says that she's not that desperate, though she wisely adds a "yet." Heh. Marin bravados that she "can't stand guys," and Theresa exposits that she came to the wrong town, then: "The ratio's, like, ten to one here." "So men run the place," says Marin. "Are you kidding?" says Theresa. "We're the ones with the power. They're lonely, we're the prize. It's like shootin' fish in a barrel." Marin cracks that during all those years she was telling women to go to sports bars, she should have advised them to go to Alaska. "The odds are good, but the goods are odd," replies Theresa, looking a little embarrassed to trot out that hoary old line. Marin chuckles as she looks around and, spotting Ben, says that he seems nice, and "very into" Theresa. She tells Marin that they're separated; Ben wants to get back together, but Theresa wants "to see what else is out there." My advice? Start with Jerome. "So up here, women get to be men," Marin surmises. "Everyone gets to be who they want to be," says Theresa simply. Marin looks like she likes the sound of that.
Later, Marin walks along the road, until she thumbs a ride off a super-sketchy-looking dude; she tells him she's headed wherever she can get a cigarette.
In the truck, the driver gets all spiritual. Oh, great: because he's a First Nations character on TV, he has to go on about "our ancestors" in the stars: "If you don't believe, you'll end up like the frozen girl. She kept walking -- never looked up. They found her body frozen to death on Knock-Kneed Mountain, three hundred years old. Alone. No teeth. Fat." "She was still fat after three hundred years?" Marin marvels. "That's how fat she was," replies Magical First Nations Man. Guess you'd better get yourself a spinning bike, Mar.