The only time Harrie had been a cheerleader was in college.  For a Halloween party.  It had made for quite an energy draining night as she remembered.  And all of the free booze.  She shook the lewd memory from her head and watched James walk around the cave, pretending himself the first person who had lived here.  She considered each spot, already mentally cataloguing what sort of objects she would find were his assumptions true.  It also meant going to dig by the lake might be a great idea.  Of course, that meant mud and sand.  She wouldn't get it out of her clothes for weeks.

Pathfinder.  A man on his own.

Harrie approached the mouth of the cave and looked out over the horizon.  Her lips were pursed and eyes had a distant, far away look to them.  She was uncharacteristically deep in thought.  At least uncharacteristic when others were present.  She sometimes wondered if the Pathfinder had really been alone.  Was he chasing something?  Running from someone?  Hiding the presence of another individual he wished to keep safe? (That would be an extraordinary feat.)  Was he so very different from his brother kin of the time?  Had he been alone the whole of his life or did he eventually find a lady love?  Start a family?  Become a part of a tribe?  She rubbed the butt of her palms against her eyes before turning to look inquisitively at James.

The guy was a bit robotic, to be sure.  Perhaps he was shy.  Maybe her presence was intimidating.  She hoped he would come out of his shell a bit more as the day went on.  Afterall, a person could speak a hundred languages but it would get him nowhere if he didn't show a bit more personality.  She allowed a feral grin to spread over her lips.  Of course, there was always whiskey to get a man to show his true colors.

[b]"Now, you've told me what I think.  You've told me what other students think.  What theories might you have, James?  Tell me about your Pathfinder." [/b] She crossed her arms under her chest and leaned against the wall.  Amber brown eyes searched him up and down as if his body language might tell him more than his mouth.  He was great and parroting facts.  Now she wanted to hear what he thought though of the Pathfinder.