Dragoncrest Cliffs i am an anarchist; an antichrist; an asterisk

She's too embarrassed to be startled when a stranger appears, but when she gets a proper look at him she forgets that, too. He's... odd-looking, but maybe nice? She's inclined to think of him in slightly kinder terms, at least. Until he asks a dumb question, and her first instinct is to say no shit, buddy.
Uh, yeah, Look, she doesn't have many friends here. Even a weird twitchy, sorta sick-looking outsider is probably better than nothing — she still can't really face Blixen (at least she's safe, but that conversation is going to be awkward if it ever happens) and that rude man she'd met seems to be gone now. Who brought you here? She wonders, glancing around and hoping no one else saw her fight with the fox.