Zakiyya shrugs. "Ordinary. Except for maybe the fact that I live in the metaphorical backyard of a monastery. It's no Brooklyn, but it's got its own charms."
Zakiyya smiles softly. "Then we'll have to enjoy it now." She clears her throat a little and sifts through her inventory. She winces. "Shit." She sighs. "You have a tent, right?"
Zakiyya sighs. “That’s what i was afraid of. I only have one. It’s not very big, so you can have it.” She pulls the tent out of her inventory and starts to set it up.