After the first electric shock, Rebecca was really into it. Hell, both of us were. We'd had to come up with something to tell the dude selling/demonstrating the iMassage, "canadian tourist" just popped into my head as he was turning the machine on. Rebecca just rolled with it, like we were in the middle of an improv sketch, and after that it was all curiously American accents out of our mouths, and out-loud amazement at all the weird & wild things we've seen in the ol' US of A.
Opened up the whole thing, really. I'd been unsure as to what exactly I was gonna do with her at the mall, had only the vaguest idea of what/where to shoot.
And once we'd arrived I realized that, while the environment was interesting, the sunlight was harsh, and the storefronts weren't nearly as interesting as I'd anticipated.
But now we were Tourists! And that meant we could talk to anyone, could try out all manner of weird contraptions, pose in front of creepy male model posters, play Star Wars Kinect in a store window. Could walk through the mall fearless, trying on different accents for size, laughing as Canadian turned into Scottish turned into bad bad British into Indian and on and on and on.
When you've committed to a course of absolute deception, the world is your oyster.