"And I suppose you'd like something to eat, as well," she mutters, obliquely, before she shakes her head dolefully.

"Come, then," she instructs, pivoting neatly on her heel and taking off with the confidence of someone who knows precisely where she is going. She doesn't, but she assumes that seating will present itself somewhere along the roads.

"Are you newly arrived?" She tosses over her shoulder, clinical interest remanifested, another whiplash evoking tonal change. "What do you mean by 'shard'?"