[o] Blackberry blues

I didn't come here to make friends
We were born to be suburban legends

It has never occurred to Aithne to make a fishing rod - and certainly she has never considered fishing to be a pastime she wishes to partake in. So she stares curiously at the stranger, and the way her hands deftly craft the rod and line, openly intrigued by this turn of events. "That sounds useful," she says, and it's only half a lie - it does sound useful, for someone who isn't Aithne. Maybe it's the lingering socialite in the girl, but she can't imagine a situation in which she would be found in the stranger's shoes.

So absorbed is she in her thoughts that the woman's next question catches her off guard, and the younger Ancient tosses her hair over her shoulder with a scoff. "Not a clue," she says, but tempers the reaction with a feral grin. "But that's half the fun of being out here, isn't it?" She doesn't mind being a little lost - not so long as she has the river to follow back. Surely with that, she'll be alright.

When you hold me, it holds me together
And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever

Aithne