see what i've become

The lazy life - she liked that. It sounded like something her mother would say. Eigma felt her chest ba-dump at that thought, so she focused on Behati more intensely; until the girl started asking question after question, like a pool at the end of a waterfall, overflowing. She smiled - toothy and nervous - and gave a shrug.

"Nothing is west. I mean, yeah, there's shit that's west, but," Why was that important? "I'm not from around here -" Cliche, but true. Already her answers were clipped and being cut off by the other girl - it was frustrating, to say the least. Her insistent voice was getting on Eigma's nerves, but she tried to remain steady and calm.

"I was going to keep moving until I found a decent place to stop. So far nothing has held my interest. Except..." She trailed off, face squishing a little, nose wiggling like a nervous tic as she tried to make up her mind on what else to say. "I met this one guy who really liked eggs. He seemed... Nice. And there's this other guy, really young, he kinda pissed me off so I might not go back -" No details on her mission, but maybe the stranger would be content with these tidbits.

"What about your boss? Is he a hotheaded little shit, like Charon, "- or is he the shit?" Like... Well, nobody she had met yet. It was a valid question. It was also this moment that Eigma realized how many times she'd said the word shit.