[Caitlyn shrugs her shoulders helplessly at the vendor, giving him an apologetic look before stepping clear. She doesn't reach for his hand, but if he reaches for hers she won't reject it. No sense in being rude.]
My partner's off doing her own thing, at the moment. So sure. Why not?
[She doesn't really have any reason not to, and there is something vaguely familiar about Howl. One of those Shardbearer tugs at her memory, like a person briefly seen from communion.]
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My partner's off doing her own thing, at the moment. So sure. Why not?
[She doesn't really have any reason not to, and there is something vaguely familiar about Howl. One of those Shardbearer tugs at her memory, like a person briefly seen from communion.]
But before all that, what's your name, sir?