ghost towns

His eyes were locked onto her, whether it from precaution or something else, Rexanna wasn’t sure. Regardless, she seated herself, laughing lightly at his response to her question for the seat. She watched as he drank straight from the bottle and answered her introduction, creating a smirk to glean on the corner of her lips. Her eyes slipped away from him to the room beyond, arm slung back slightly on the back of the chair as she glanced around before turning her attention back to him, her fingers tapping idly against the glass her drink was in. “Where, exactly, is that?” She questioned, eyebrow raised slightly in curiosity. She hadn’t heard of any names thus far in her time here, and perhaps trying to gather some of the information of the others that seemed to have ties elsewhere might make it easier for her to figure out where this place was. Of course, that was all speculation, and Rexanna had been absolutely terrible at gleaning information from anything – yet she still tried. Even if Kaladin preferred to be alone, Rexanna made no movements to leave – instead, she settled down a bit in the seat and let her eyes dip to the glass for a few moments while she gathered what to say, allowing him time to respond about the place he was from if he chose to. Then, she removed her arm from the back of the chair and leaned forward, her arms crossed on the table as she leaned over the table slightly. “Do you happen to know anything about this world, by chance?” She asked again with yet another tilt of her head – her brunette hair falling lightly over her shoulder as she looked to him. “And what should I call you now that you know my name?” She teased lightly, grinning to him again with that bright smile. Kaladin time stops still and lends you hope that hazy due, so black so blue wash away that fear, a cloud of smoke whatever lets you cope