Stavanger Bay and twisted preservatives of life

Still no spite.  Was she finally looking to move past it?  Rosalyn herself tended to get bored fairly quickly with particular grievances; take her Smokestep conversation.  She'd held the irritation long enough to have a good self-righteous snit about it, but in the end it was more convenient to have him as a friend.  With Sandpiper, she wasn't entirely expecting friendship.  But she did hope that the other woman had enough stuff to hold her own; because she was too much fun to rankle, and the rankling she gave back wasn't entirely unenjoyable either.  They couldn't trade barbed insults if she was avoiding her, and where the fuck was the fun in that?

She wouldn't push her luck now, though, by starting in with all that right away.  "For anything."  she responded, unable to help the small smirk that seemed to naturally follow that statement.  "Never know who you'll run into out here, and unlike back south, this wind has teeth."  There at least the water served for cooling down.  When you were already cold, there wasn't much else a body could do but run to try and keep warm.  It was more conversation that perhaps she'd originally meant to give, but she still wasn't sure what Sandpiper's angle was aside from a chat.