Loretta found herself chuckling quietly when he agreed with her, realizing after the words had left her mouth that it sounded strange for anyone to find water<i>romantic</i>. No matter though, that comment was only a buffer for the question she really wanted him to answer. He did, though not in a way she hoped. Despite his good mood, he was keeping himself shrouded in as much mystery as she was. Fair, but not what she wanted.<br/><br/>“<b>A big town a little ways south called Atticus,</b>” she replied, giving a little more than him in hopes he would reciprocate. “<b>To me, time is irrelevant.</b>” That was the first major city she’d hunted in, but she was getting bored and wanted so change of scenery. Busy cities were the best spots for her and her hijinxes, and small ones had their charms as well. She had visited a few on her journey north for cooler weather.<br/><br/>Her eyes glanced back at the man and woman at the bar. The atmosphere of the tavern had lulled into a calm, almost sleepy vibe. The men who had been speaking of a monster earlier had resigned to a mellow quiet. The woman even seemed to have grown tired and closed her eyes as she swayed. “<b>I wonder how late this place is open,</b>” she thought out loud. She could keep moving, but sleeping on a soft surface under a roof for the night seemed much preferable to what she had originally planned. Her hunger was sated and her thirst was quenched; there was no need to pursue another hunt just yet.