[When the pale-haired young man (is that silver? or just very pale blond?) hands her a napkin, she beams at him and accepts, dabbing it delicately against her mouth. Considering she's dressed in a tank top that looks like it was modified from a t-shirt by ripping the arms off, a pair of overalls with one strap undone, and is built like a brick house, it's a bit of a contrast.]
Yeah! That one. Anchor.
[A shrug, and when he motions to the spot beside her, she nods and pushes the chair out with a little nudge of her boot against the leg of it.]
Me too. I just arrived maybe...a day ago?
[Her eyes track almost immediately to his collar thing when he adjusts it, and she cocks her head to the side, brow furrowing a little bit in concentration.]
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Yeah! That one. Anchor.
[A shrug, and when he motions to the spot beside her, she nods and pushes the chair out with a little nudge of her boot against the leg of it.]
Me too. I just arrived maybe...a day ago?
[Her eyes track almost immediately to his collar thing when he adjusts it, and she cocks her head to the side, brow furrowing a little bit in concentration.]
What is that?
[She gestures vaguely toward it.]
Is it giving you trouble?