@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.
Impressive. 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.
Yeah right."Watch your mouth. Swear too much and you'll wear it out for the rest of us."Then I shrug, moving on the the actual question, which is spooking me a bit as well.
"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." 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.
"Something tells me you know what I'm talking about when I say that." I spare a curt nod.
"Tori Eskridge."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.
Maybe they hurt their leg or something. Either way, there's someone I can ask about what's going on with the city streets.
This is starting to creep me out. I start walking towards them, swaying slightly as I move.
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.