Coconut Grove Scattered hearts, broken glass.

The open road called her, louder every day she stayed home, yet Bat resisted. She didn't want to go out and pull in more recruits, only to one day find herself totally surrounded by strangers. So rather than go traipsing around the wilds, she stuck close to the grove, meandering between the trees. She kept her eyes peeled for sign of some company, though her top priority right this very minute was a long drink after spending a solid hour romping around in saltwater.

When she finally located one of the small freshwater springs, Bat found she wasn't the only thirsty one. "Hey! Are you Vin..." There were more syllables. She distinctly remembered Tristan pronouncing them, yet for the life of her, Bat couldn't remember the rest. "Vin-truth?" she guessed, aware that she was wrong, although hopefully, maybe, barking up the right (palm) tree...?