[@Overlord Thraka] I look at the girl dryly as she drops next to me. Oh, I recognize her voice. She's the one from the bus that appears to swear just as much as I do. [color=f49ac2]Impressive.[/color] She's taller than me, heavier than me, and would probably be able to literally break me over her knee. So, of course, I can't resist mouthing off. Hey, who knows. She might find it endearing. [color=f49ac2]Yeah right.[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Watch your mouth. Swear too much and you'll wear it out for the rest of us."[/color]

Then I shrug, moving on the the actual question, which is spooking me a bit as well. [color=6ecff6]"As for what's going on? I have no idea. Technically I wasn't even supposed to be on that bus, so I think I'll probably book out of here as soon as I can run straight."[/color] My mouth twists into a wry grin as I look at her, at the tattoos, punky haircut, scarred face, and (to the eyes of the constantly paranoid) suspicious backpack. [color=6ecff6]"Something tells me you know what I'm talking about when I say that."[/color] I spare a curt nod. [color=6ecff6]"Tori Eskridge."[/color]

In the distance, I spot someone walking across the street, a very occasional car swerving around them. They're walking a bit strangely; some sort of shambling limp. [color=f49ac2]Maybe they hurt their leg or something.[/color] Either way, there's someone I can ask about what's going on with the city streets. [color=f49ac2]This is starting to creep me out.[/color] I start walking towards them, swaying slightly as I move.

[color=fff79a]Hope it wasn't out of line that I assumed she'd have a scar or two on her face in her line of work. Also, make sure to put a bracket around your mention, I didn't see it until I checked on a lark.[/color]