It’s a – wait seriously?

[Shaking her head. She’d given up on people knowing what on earth she’s talking about here long before now.]

It’s where I’m from. A lot of pine trees. Hence – the - smell.

[Voice trailing off as she refocuses on the stranger standing with her, catching him in said moment of study and wiping at some imagined spot of dirt on her face.]

Well, yeah. You and everyone else stuck here. .. What, do I have something on my face?

[Her entire life spent at the Academy with hordes of Maroi and Dhampir boys? She was used to leers, not these kind of looks.]