Sea Lion Shores Sister’s in the drive in movies, brother’s at the old high school.

Her eyes gleam from a dark face, sharp as ammonia. First, her ear sweeps towards him, the rest of her head following in a lovely display of inertia. Miranda, he supplies. The new guy. Among others, he reflects, remembering the elephantine man who had been watching the ocean as if it was about to leave forever. 

He's unsure of how she will react to him. He knows so far that in Rusalka, 'new' is a euphemism for an object of great distrust. There's a great deal to be skeptical of in this world, and he finds it hard to keep accusation out of his face more often than not -- as the gray condensation in the sky thickens, he draws closer. The seagulls from before are gone. Who are you?