Barrow Fields high octane

"—impressed." The word came to her at the very same time the stranger spoke, revealing that she was only messing with Haunt. The youth met this information with a loud exhale, then a slight squint as she was forced to admit, Okay, you got me pretty good...

Anyway, she'd asked a question. "I live close by. I'm here hunting rabbits." Haunt paused and then, a little apologetically, added, "I'd ask you to join me, but..." But she couldn't hunt, right? She couldn't see, how could she?

Wait, how did she survive? How was she out here on her own? Once again, Haunt found herself marveling. She was so caught up now, she didn't even realize how insultingly that remark might come across.