Lydia Redfern pushed her hands through her thick blonde hair and sniffed the air with more than a little appreciation as she strolls through the gates of the supposedly last outpost of civilization. The fact doesn't bother her simply because she lives in such surroundings on a regular basis and prefers the fresh air and clean scents of the wilds. It's her world and she's perfectly at home with it.<br/><br/>"That smells good, I don't think I've smelled anything like that in weeks." She offers a grin as she approached the fire, "You can get tired of burned game after a while." She laughed softly and stretched; her hands rubbing the small of her back. "I'm Lydia, by the way... you may be seeing me fairly regularly for a while."<br/><br/>She pulled the lonbow from her shoulder and shifted the pack from her shoulders as she squatted down, "Would you mind some conversation? A girl in my business doesn't get it too much."