with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

oh frick am i that dumb I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THAT!!

She paused as his expression mimicked her own; one of confusion and unsureness. An ear flicked back in uncertainty -- but he spoke as if to ask her to forgive his mistake. She hadn't thought he had committed some grave faux pax -- but for a moment she contemplated being an ass for the sake of it.

But his sincerity merited a brief cave of guilt from the female and she offered him an almost apologetic smile. "Oh." She trailed the utterance, her eyes cast to the side as she rose to start nosing around the vicinity. She was here -- and despite her exhaustion, he had prompted her to get up -- and while she was up she may as well exercise her curiosity. She riffled through the moss and lichen, the interminable silence hanging between them in painful reprose.

Finally, she turned back to him, her curiosity satiated. "I am from the ocean. What about you, Mordecai? Do you come from the ocean too?" Her voice, however normal, did not hide the strangeness of her personality or sheath the off-kilter glean of her curious yet shifty gaze.