Rebekah
"Didn't check the forecast," He says, "Plus, I probably won't trust it anyway."
But her words does convince him to look up, his eyes in a squint. "I'm not a weather person, but sure. I suppose I don't see a cloud. Not that that's always kept me dry in the past." He has an annoyed look on his face.

10k? He wasn't very familiar with that kind of speech, but he assumes its impressive. At least, better than what he's up to, he being someone who's not jogging at all. "Up this early every morning? Commendable, I guess." He says dryly.
"Prison, huh." He hums, more to himself than anyone else, as he ruminates on the word. He doesn't know if Cradle is legally a prison. He's always been a bit of a pessimist, but he's managed to avoid thinking of the Cradle as a straight up prison at least. Hearing it is hitting him a bit hard.

He shakes his head, putting it out of his mind. "Isakstad too, I guess. Some place old and dingy I need to go." A pause. "To visit a cat I need to take care of." He decides to add in the end, after a moment of hesitation.
His expression cracks into a yawn. "And a nap too, I guess..."
He looks back at her. "Your route... Doesn't happen to pass the Commercial District, does it?" He asks.
Charles
◆ "You'd be surprised." She remarked between knee kicks. "Whoever tracks the weather around here knows their shit. Or, they're lucky. Either way they're usually pretty accurate, so I trust 'em, myself."

□ Speaking with the kind of tone she'd heard her neighbours back home use with each other, she continued to warm up, limbering her body in preparation for the run she was a our to embark on. Of course, though, as she warmed up she also kept her attention focused on the other lad, though not too closely. If he looked back, he'd likely notice that she never made eye contact, always choosing to keep her gaze focused on a point just beyond his face.

▪︎ It might have been odd, but it was better than trying to force eye contact and feeling her skin crawl.

◆ "Huh. Must be a local, then, if you can just walk into town and see your cat." She commented. "I'm lucky. My beardie's well within the size restrictions and all that crap so I got to take him along with me. Anyways, yeah... It goes through the commercial district, why?"
Rebekah
"Being able to tell the weather has never really impressed me," He says. Should he be? He doesn't know. "Whatever. Doesn't really change my plans whatever the case."

He nods. "I'm native, at least. But not here in Isakstad." He shoves his hands to his pockets to keep warm. "...I can talk to cats, so I let him know where I was headed."

"That's where I'm headed to anyway." He says. "I don't know, I feel like this is the part I ask if you want to come with?"
Charles
◆ "Didn't say you had to be impressed, man. Just saying."

□ With that, she was just about ready to head off on her jog, out into the cool Swedish morning that she'd begun to appreciate more as of late. Maybe it was because she could now properly jog without worrying about icy sidewalks and her route being a little dangerous in winter weather, or maybe it was just that the brisk spring air felt like angels kissing the insides of her lungs, propelling her forward with their wings.

▪︎ Whatever the case, she was ready to go, but...

◆ "You can talk to cats...? Nice." She spoke. "Also, I think you'd just slow me down, man. That, and I like the early morning cool, how peaceful it is, at least until everyone starts going to work. Seems like that'd be boring as fuck, man, just waking up early and going to the same stupid job for fifty years straight, day in and day out. Anyways."