Firestone Hot Springs please sign on the dotted line

terance made no answer, because he wasn't entire sure he agreed. goo? there was no way... was there? logic told him otherwise, but ignorance kept him silent. he opted instead for a chuff of faux amusement and a smile-- that was best he could offer under the circumstances.

despite her good looks and good nature (though terance wasn't sure how he felt about her humor), this girl proved to be rather useless in the knowledge department... oh well, not everyone was good for everything. "damn," was all he managed to mutter, pursing his lips as he pondered the situation a few heartbeats more. if this woman had no knowledge, surely it was an act of the gods and, just as he had suspected, they probably came from hades underworld-- especially if they could melt you into goo. terance also decided that she probably didn't need a beauty nap-- or, if that's truly how it worked, that perhaps he should invest some of his time into a handful. but he kept that to himself.

"terance," he said, bluntly but not at all avoiding her question. he eyed her, giving her another look-down, finally giving her a look that really said nothing about how he was feeling-- it was merely a look. "who're you?"