Neverwinter Forest these streets

If Styx found her demeanor weird in any way, he didn't mention it. He returned her greeting, then made a generic inquiry. Her lips pursed and she stared at a spot beyond his shoulder for a moment, trying to decide whether she should divulge her issues to her boss or keep a tight lid on them. Her inner voice warned her that she would regret it if she confessed her problems, yet sometimes Turq couldn't deny her impulses in the heat of the moment.

"I'm not fitting in very well," she practically blurted. Crap, she thought when she realized how bad that sounded when said out loud. "I mean, I'm doing everything I should be doing—getting out there, meeting people, doing Gunner stuff—but I'm not..." Her gemstone eyes seemed to wobble as she searched for the right word. "I don't know—fitting in?" Well, that was redundant.

She shifted her weight uncomfortably, already stating to regret this admission. "I swear I'm trying to be a good pack mate. I'm doing my job and everything. I just don't seem to be meshing with the other, ah, members of the crew." She thought of Dany's face and felt it necessary to add, "And it's not even like I'm fighting with everyone. It's not even like that..." Vaguely aware of how ambiguous that sounded, she tried to think of a better way to explain that her encounter with Dany hadn't been bad, per se, but her words failed her and she lapsed into a cagey silence.