Lake Rodney But the blood in your heart never dries

He answered her question with a question, and while it irritated her to no end, it also made her think. Did he know the smell, maybe better than she? Without a doubt now, being here, it was the man who'd crossed the border. She couldn't remember his name, if he'd even given it. She gave him a nod, coming to a halt a few yards away. Ambrosia gave him no real information, intent on telling him to fuck off if he didn't know the scent himself.
                 "Yeah, I do. A friend of yours?"