The lunatic turned sharply, glancing to Becca. Deeply personal? What did this painted woman know... or think she knew?<br/><br/>She stared at the fellow wastelander for a long moment, not so much asking for permission... as asking for an opinion. She was mostly unconcerned with privacy, and if Becca wanted to come along she likely wouldn't refuse her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>