"Rain eh?" The hand was gripped hard and shaken firmly. This, whatever it was was very, very strong. The hand was released and Sour Belly looked her up and down, "If'n your great granpa was 'ere back about a hunde' and thirty year past I like as not met 'im. Been a while since I was up 'oot the groond. Din' fancy oot mouch durin' the recent unpleasant years, then I foun' me'self 'avin to fight a lot o' those little green motherless bastards. Then I 'ad some free time so I went walkaboot on me tod. Now I am meetin' youn. What brings ye oot this way lassie?"