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"I see," she responded, looking a bit dubiously over his face. The man had an air about him that came off less than sincere; she would watch him carefully, in case he turned out to be a threat rather than simply a curiosity. She rose to her feet, anyway, not wanting to be slumped over if he did strike.

"The locals," she repeated. "So you're not from here? Are you traveling, or. . .?" What was his story? Did he have a habit of talking to strangers? Maegi sat patiently, quietly, waiting for his response.