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Location: Bumfuck, USA  //  Interaction: [@BlackXIII][/center][/color][/b]

	Glancing up from a concerned perusal of the setting sun, Zeni's face pulled into a grimace of confused irritation at the sight of the rather unkempt gentleman waving her over like an angry Japanese grandmother.  Was... was that a neckbeard?  She shuddered in remembrance of the hipsters invading Chicago who somehow thought that too much facial hair and plaid shirts were the height of fashion. Adjusting her backpack higher on her shoulder, she paused briefly, allowing the weirdo to catch up as she sipped at her crack cocaine of choice and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.  She found interactions with the homeless to be highly amusing at times.

	It occurred to the Greek graduate student that she wasn't a particularly nice person any more... and then harrumphed, thinking she had damn good reason to find amusement where she could.  Considering she carried no cash and had a climbing axe with a rather sketchy history on her, she'd take her chances.  Facing the oddball head on and loosening the lid of her coffee cup, Zeni arched an eyebrow and waited, keeping an eye on the darkening sky.