Redhawk Caldera MY BOOODDYY'S TELLING ME YYYEEAAHHEHHH

She squinted. What did a "fine dame" mean? She decided not to ask, and pick apart the question from what she could understand. "I was just walking around. Now, I am here." She muttered, voice soft but a bit reluctant, her gaze cast to the side instead of making contact with the stranger's. The male had a sort of sickeningly sweet demeanor, but she couldn't help bit feel a bit odd. Why was he so friendly when he barely knew her?

"Company? Why do I need that." It was both a question and a statement, and this time she looked up to make eye contact. "What are you doing here, without company?"