Oh, of course you do. It's always something.

[It's not even that she doesn't believe him, because all things considered she actually does. That's just roughly how things work in Trench, isn't it. Ancient souls and spooky mumbo-jumbo abounds; one reaches a point where it doesn't even really surprise anymore.

She sobers a bit, though, at the remark about not expecting anyone to be lingering around, and glances off in the direction of the ocean for a pause before answering.]

Just bad luck you caught me, then. I'm not even supposed to be here, really. Certainly not in there. It just happened I was passing through, is all.