Lost Creek Hollow breakfast at tiffany's

The heavy accent did little to help her situation. She internally swooned, and took a moment to compose herself from all that had happened. Him, the past, herself... her brain was one gnarled jungle but she cut through it gracelessly. His question was met with a tilt of her head and a glance toward the Hollow. That was the direction they'd been sprinting... deeper into its depths, or to the place in general? She mentally brought herself back, and nodded.

"Yeah. Goin' back to the Hollow," she informed, tail waving. Actually, she had seen him before, hadn't she...? Yes, one of the many that had greeted her. "I'm Eshe—but some people call me Quill." The latter of which was her own doing. Because of it, she had no preference... but it was time to be honest and thrust the first bit out there into the world. She thought it fit to remind him, but she had also met so many that day... how she had forgotten his name she wasn't sure. "I'll never forget a face... but I can't say the same for names," she let out a little heh. Then, "No, I'm pretty good with names too. 'less I get a bunch at once. Then, less so..."

Wow. Wow, she was not good at this.

I can't handle her