Flycatcher Downs how many girls have you now

Blondine scoffed, I'd rather stink worse than a wet dog on mid-summer's eve than be known as a no-good scavenger, thank you. It was probably the most out of line thing she'd said since finding herself in the Wilds, but there was no remorse; she'd said what she meant and meant what she said. I live a bit north. I just so happened to take a walk at the same time as you, I s'pose. 

How unfortunate.