She shot him an ice cold glare. Studying him quickly, she sighed and took another sip of her absinthe.<br/>"I'm not really from around here myself..." The truth, she was a drifter. She really could never stay in one place for long. Otherwise she would get caught...<br/>When she realized she was still crying, she looked away from him.<br/>"I'm fine...really," She looked into her glass.