They hadn't spoken much as they'd walked, just the couple odd words... the occasional warning about the road ahead.  And then as they arrive at the town Lukas makes his quip about the strangely colored fruits.  Immediately any sense of passivity she'd developed for her old adventuring partner evaporated and she whirled to face him.<br/><br/>"What do you mean I should feel right at home?  Why would freaky fruits make me feel like I fit in?"  Her eyes narrow some beneath the brow of her helmet.  She doesn't know what he's thinking, but she almost wishes the drunk Lukas from the previous night was back.