Firefly Glen the station on 44th

The stranger took a seat, leaving Dulce standing alone. Testing what? My patience? The sentence flowed from her maw with a ribbon of fake confidence, though one could hardly tell the difference. In truth, she knew what he was testing; predators watched their prey to sift through the strong and the weak. Hopefully, she'd been found as the former.

A lapse in conversation wasn't ideal. Dulce shifted her weight, unintentionally showing her discomfort, and thought about what to say next, I'm on a mission. I don't have time to waste playing your games.