[She hadn't expected the interruption. Bryn looked up from the hookah to the passenger who'd wandered into her domain.
Ordinarily she would have glared at the intrusion, but she was just feeling so fucking mellow that it was hard to be mad. Meth looked down to the hookah, and back up to the passenger.]
I think that's what they call it in some worlds. Who're you?
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Ordinarily she would have glared at the intrusion, but she was just feeling so fucking mellow that it was hard to be mad. Meth looked down to the hookah, and back up to the passenger.]
I think that's what they call it in some worlds. Who're you?