[The question is on the tip of her tongue 'Isn't everyone local?' Except her, of course. But comparing him to the rest of the patrons at the bar, he fits in as well as she does. Which is the literal opposite of fitting in. At least his hair isn't pink.
She realizes belatedly that he's not a local either from the sound of it. Is he from the war though? Is he really
Nope, nope. Definitely not. Or rather, can't be.]
Er--
[She glances to the journal sitting by her water and picks it up, staring at the skull at the center with unease.]
I tried. Things kept... appearing on it while I was trying to.
badonka
She realizes belatedly that he's not a local either from the sound of it. Is he from the war though? Is he really
Nope, nope. Definitely not. Or rather, can't be.]
Er--
[She glances to the journal sitting by her water and picks it up, staring at the skull at the center with unease.]
I tried. Things kept... appearing on it while I was trying to.