Esther eyes the stranger curiously. He looks friendly enough, though the tall blonde is a bit skeptical of his speech patterns—no one talks like that anymore, sheesh. He sounds like he's come out of a play she read in college or something.

Anyway, she walks up to him, her tea-length skirt swishing as she moves. She's got her notebook and pen with her in a brown satchel, along with a few books.

"I wouldn't say no to a drink, though I don't really miss my home, honestly. Here's much better for me. Do you mind if I sit?"