Here she is, shivering and coatless, (Cricket, not Barb) making the acquaintance of another Klatscher. As per usual she refused to look into the lens until Donna tricked her into it by moving over beside the camera. Hah! Gotcha! Well, sort of, I guess. Cricket seems to have that Jean-Paul Sartre eye thing goin' on so you can never really tell what she's lookin' at.