There was a bit of a chiming laugh that came out when she made the claim of her being a polar bear. "Better a polar bear than a penguin. I'd look terrible in a suit." Making small baby steps toward the edge of the lake, her lips twisted as she chewed on the inside of her lip. Pondering just how honest she should be, but clearly this girl wasn't normal and from what she'd noticed of the city itself, normalcy was scarce. She wouldn't seem too far out there. "They're normal... Humans..." a slight shrug as she moved on much more sure footing once she was free from the ice and was on solid, less slippery ground. She moved over to the discarded journal, picking it up and wiping the dirt and earth from it as she shrugged lightly. "I don't know who my actual parents are. Clearly... not normal." She scoffed, making her way to Amber only to plop down beside her and set aside the journal, her knees pulled up to her chest as she pulled the hem of the stretchy fabric over them before curling her arms around her slender legs. Glancing over to the girl, she couldn't deny her words. Most didn't like the sound of 'innocent' but Kenna knew she was, she wasn't stupid. She was lacking a great many experiences most people her age had already indulged in. "Yeah, they do," in terms of wild animals. Glancing over to her with those honeycomb hues, she shrugged again. "But from the looks of it, there's plenty in the city that will do the same. I'll take my chances."

"Course you aren't normal. At first sight of me any normal person would have fled at the sight of me, not gawked." Snickering trailed after her words. Short lived, as she quickly heaved a sigh afterwards. "That, and your nipples aren't hard. And you're right next to me. That isn't normal. In case you hadn't put it together yet, I froze the pond." Casting a side glance at the girl while holding a faint smile on her features. "Being adopted sucks doesn't it? Not knowing who the hell made you the freak you are. No one to blame, no one to thank. Just mildly existing while trying to cover up what makes you stand out." Pausing in her more or less speech to heave a second sigh before resuming. "Can't cover it up from yourself though. You are what you are, a freak. Luckily around here even though a good portion of the things here accurately so will eat you, at least being a freak is what's normal around this place. Hell, I'd hate to be normal here."

She listened, making a face when she brought up someone fleeing from it. She didn't see anything particularly to fear about the instance. Unless you had a strange phobia of cold or ice... then maybe. Or perhaps Kenna was just naive. That was a likely reason. A flood of color spread across her cheekbones at the blunt nature of Amber, bringing up the lack-of-hardness of nips, she couldn't help but hug her legs tighter to her chest and make a nervous light cough. Deciding not to linger on the subject of nipples, she glanced slightly at the girl. "I had a feeling it had to do with you... like I said, or tried to before I busted my butt. It's not every day you see a frozen pond this time of year." Silenced as Amber started her speech, she listened intently. She blinked, looking toward the pond for a moment at the realization that the person beside her understood. It wasn't a feeling she'd found very often, less and less at the discovery of what she was. She held no resentment over what she was toward her birth parents, but there were questions that she knew that would be so much easier to be find the answers to without having to go to an entirely different realm to find out about. Not that she had much of a choice in ending up here. "It doesn't really suck.... I love my parents, they deserve the title more than my birth parents." She shrugged, turned those tawny hues on Amber. "But answers would've been nice.. I'm going to go ahead and assume you're adopted, too. I can't imagine you could understand without being in the same boat, more or less." Wrinkling her nose, she couldn't help but laugh at the last part. "What kind of a world is it when normal is a pariah, huh?" Snickering, she couldn't help but shake her head to the notion.

"One full of wonder. Or a vile despicable place. Eyes of the beholder and whatnot." Heaving another sigh before suddenly raising to her feet. Leaning forward to place her fingertips along the edge of the frozen lake. Within a few moments the cracks and broken sheets began to reform. Connecting together to reform the smooth previous surface. "I was. Back before I died. From that last comment, I'm going to assume you weren't born here. So, what world are you from? This place seems connected to all worlds through the time threads. The unformed plane if you're into the whole voodoo thing. Either way, you want to know a world were normal is abnormal? Either look around Rhy'Din. Or try imagining being the human raised by orcs." As her sculpture had been reformed, Amber returned to her previous seating position. Facing toward Kenna as she casts a smile. "My abilities over ice came naturally to me at first. Though it made me a freak to what I called my people, it made me strong. So they had no choice but to respect it."

Nodding along to her first words, she listened. She was good at that. She wasn't absolutely horrid at social interaction, but it wasn't her strong suit. It was a work in progress, though. Steady eyes watched at the ice play in front of her, head tilting as that silky curtain of hair shifted over her shoulder and fell over her arms. "That's awesome," she whispered unwillingly, clearing her throat. Even though she was anything but a human, such displays hadn't been caught by the eyes of the Djinn. She was fascinated by all things supernatural since discovering she was a part of that world, and it seemed all those myths she'd read about as a child were real. Blinking, she snapped out of her silent reverie at the formation of questions from Amber, shaking her head. "Nah, I'm not from here. Earth, actually. Mundane and all that. Simple." She shrugged, not being from anywhere really spectacular. Her brows raised as she managed to keep her jaw in place instead of landing on her knees. "Orcs? You were raised by... orcs?" The Lord of the Rings images came to mind and she held back a shutter. "Are they..." her mouth twisted, contemplating her words and not wanting to insult the girl or her people. "Well... What are they like?" Watching Amber change position and was now looking at her head on, she crossed her arms over her knees and let them relax. "I... haven't really gotten any spectacular abilities. All I got was this tattoo. Woke up on my eighteenth birthday and it was there." She tugged the sleeve of her sweater dress up to expose her left wrist, a simple black tattoo of a swarm of birds about four or five inches long spread. "Only thing I've noticed about it is if I make a bet or deal with someone, it lights up." She shrugged. "But that's it."

"No they ar-..... Tattoos that light up?" Seemingly quick on the draw to dismiss something, the mention of glowing tattoos caught her attention immediately. "So you're a Djinn adopted by humans. And I thought my childhood was weird. I'd ask what color but it's already obvious." A hazy glint held on her iris', seemingly staring off into space for the moment. "Marid. They're blue right? If you weren't a Marid your teeth would be chattering right now." Djinn, orcs, elves, and all that jazz. These were the creatures of Amber's world. A far cry from what she could only imagine Kenna had known. She heaved yet another sigh. "I don't know what this Earth is like. But Orcs, they aren't as uncivilized as everyone things. It's all bias racism you know? Orcs are reclusive, and because of that everyone fabricates these bullshit tales about child devouring, home raiding, practically Vikings. Orcs are actually proud people. Yeah, barbaric as can be but they have strong beliefs and moral codes, just like any other people. My adopted mother, she was a good person. Even if her skin was a bit green and she had tusk underbite."

She stared at Amber for a moment, doe-eyed yet again as she slowly nodded to the claim that was truth. "Yeah... They're blue." She would've asked how she knew that, only to be quickly answered soon after. Tilting her head, there was a slight look of confusion on her face. The girl didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground when it came to her own kind. At least, not what couldn't be found in books and the internet. Though a good majority was dismissed, much like the previous comment about Amber no longer being alive. In Kenna's defense, she'd met quite a few things and could only assume vampires and ghosts were very much real, too. No longer living didn't mean much to her at this point. How naive she was... She probably should care more about it. "What does my teeth not chattering have to do with being a Marid?" See? Didn't know jack about her kind. Hearing her explanation of the orcs, she nodded slowly as well as a slow smile spreading at the information being relayed to her. "I didn't know any of that," as if she knew much of anything to begin with, "I'm glad I got that clarity. Can't say I'd be making any approach, regardless." Snickering lightly, something told her that her kind weren't welcome. The fact that Amber had been adopted into their tribe was probably a rare instance. Reclusive beings typically didn't trust outsiders. Especially a race who was judged so harshly. "Your mom sounds like a good woman," she chuckled lightly. "My adopted story isn't all that spectacular. Christian orphanage, got adopted when I was three by my parents. Small town in Nebraska." Another shrug of those slender shoulders, other than her parents unknowingly adopted a Djinn, it was simple.

Amber quietly listened. Or so one could assume. Though after the question she more or less began staring at Kenna. Dumbfounded. How could a Djinn not even know that there were different types of Djinn? Her expression soon faded to one of confusion. These names. Nebraska. Christian. They held no meaning to her. "What's a Christian?" Amber inquired bluntly. Her head tilted slightly, with furrowed brows. "Is Nebraska a place..? I've never been to Earth." The girl seemed genuinely confused, and yet intrigued. A glimmer of hunger set in her eyes. Curious and thirsting for information on this foreign area her new friend spoke of. Only for it to dawn on her she had been asked a question herself. "Oh! Yeah, you Djinn are coordinated by colors, I think it's supposed to signify elemental purposes. Marid are blue, So naturally it's safe to assume water, or ice affiliation. Logically most species associated with water are naturally resistant to cold temperature. Unless it's reptilian in genes. I've read a lot of books. There's plenty on Djinn where I'm from. Magisters typically write books on creatures for quick gold to fund their experiments." Giving a light shrug as she reached for her pocket. Only to recall that her smokes were already ruined. She heaved a sigh. Mumbling "dammit" under her breath.

Just as Amber was dumbfounded on how Kenna didn't know anything about Djinn, the girl's lack of knowledge about Earth had the Djinn just as dumbfounded. "Christianity is a religion on Earth. It's.... way too much to explain simply, honestly." Shaking her head, she wouldn't know where to start other than maybe handed Amber a bible. Nodding about Nebraska. "Yeah, it's a place in North America, a state." Staring wide eyed at the description of her kind, she knew of the colors. She knew of the different kinds. But didn't know about the elemental part of it. She looked down at her hands and curled her hands into a ball before letting them relax and splay out. "Do you think I could learn how to stuff with water?" She hadn't even thought about it. The only thing she knew about capabilities was maybe what she'd learned through research... and most of the information turned up sounded ridiculous. The best she maybe had was that awful WishMaster movie.. the idea made her shudder. She let out a light groan. "I don't know anything about my kind." Her head fell onto her knees, shaking from side to side before popping back up at the mumble made from the girl. "Do you have any more?" She wasn't a smoker herself, but that didn't mean she would nag Amber for it. Just decline any offer made if that came to pass.

"Huh...Yeah, totally. It's not as hard as it seems." Placing her hand on her chin as she crossed her other arm around her waist. She sat in contemplation for a moment before standing to stretch. "Nah, I'm out. Guess I'll have to walk to town and get more. Wanna come with? We can talk about Djinn along the way if you want to. Doesn't seem right for someone to not know a damn thing about their own people. Come on. Come with me, you got anything better to do?" A smirk held on her features. Confidant that Kenna couldn't possibly have anything to do. If she did, why would she be chatting away with a stranger. Her innocence and naivety weren't hard to notice for sure. But that in itself was perfect reason not to just ditch the girl alone in the woods. "Besides, I want to know more about this Earth place. If humans are normal, are they the prominent race there?"

She made a face at the mention of going to town, but the insistance from Amber had her letting out that chiming laughter. "Alright, alright, I'll come with. You're right, not like I'm doing much of anything anyways." She probably would've just been nerding out about flowers and butterflies otherwise. Pushing to her feet not long after the girl, tugging her sweater dress from her knees as it hung a bit looser than it had been from the stretching. Bending over, she plucked her journal from the ground. She perked up at the mention of being told about her kind in return for telling her about Earth. She couldn't help but smirk a bit and make a crappy joke. "Deal." Though Amber remained safe, there was no light show on those tattoos of hers. To her question, she nodded while she tucked the leather bound book beneath her arm. "Yeah, I think so?" She seemed a bit skeptical then. "But then again, I was hiding apparently among humans. Who knows what else is out there, hidden among the crowds... who look and act human... For all I know, I could've known some weird things other than me.." She snickered, turning in the direction of town as she waited for Amber to join her.

As Amber trotted up beside she only shook her head. "If you don't have extensive memory you might want to get writing." Absentmindedly she had forgotten her shoes. Just making her way up the glen path towards the city as she began explaining. "You see the Djinn started with four I think. Called the Silat, or something like that. Not really sure if I'm pronouncing the words right. Anyway each of these Silat are responsible for a different species of Djinn. Like I said before, each Djinn species is sort of color coordinated. Blue is Marid, who are supposed to be the most intelligent ones. Red are Ifreeti or something like that. They're supposed to be vicious and down outright evil. I've heard stories about one of them. Think her name was... Isis? Or something like that anyway. There's a few rumors floating around from my world about her pulling off some shit that caused problems in the world threads. There's also rumors about her betraying and killing the silat that made her. Next there's the Ghuul-" She continued to give brief descriptions and examples of rumors where Djinn had appeared as they walked along. The extend of information spilling from her lips insisting she had done extensive research. Or at the very least had very many bored days at libraries.

She had the memory of an elephant, but that didn't mean she wasn't one against documenting. Luckily for her, she always had her journal with her. At the mention of writing, sure enough that Djinn pulled her book free from beneath her arm and pulled a pen out of the loose binding of the book, she worked the leather strips keeping the journal closed free as she flipped to a fresh page. Propping the book on her forearm, holding the book to her chest for balance, she scribbled away at the page to every bit of information of her kind offered. She guessed at the spellings of the names, though some she remembered from her online and library searches of her kind. When it was her turn, she talked about Earth. Spilling her own bout of information about the world she was from, anything from the use of vehicles to planes, medical science, the lack of strange creatures and the monsters you'd find there instead. Anything that came to mind, she spilled it like a pail of water from her mouth.

Much thanks to Amber for collaberation in this story! More to come soon.

Following closely behind, the man paused when he'd notice their increase in movement speed. Questioning for a moment if he had been noticed. A questioning he quickly blew off, after all tourist humans? No way they'd noticed him that quickly in such a crowded road. More likely they had decided a destination. Although there were two, the male's focus seemed to be more set on the brunette. He could feel it, she wasn't as 'normal as she appeared. Not with the energy he'd taken notice of from across the way. It wasn't long before he'd moseyed his way up to their pace. making sure to keep his distance. Stalker mode initiated.


Shaking her finger at the correction from Amber. "Yeah, that." Why swear when she didn't need to? Amber picked up the slack enough for the both of them. She deadpanned and looked over her shoulder at the woman, giving her an are you kidding me? kinda look. "Because it's coffee that tastes better than plain coffee. At least it's not Starbuck's milkshakes... That's not coffee." She shook her head, and even though she had a good view of everything behind her.... She was still as oblivious as could be. Perhaps because she'd never had a stalker before, she wouldn't know what to look for if she was. Turning her honeycomb hues forward before she would run into a pole, questionable on if Amber would warn her about it or leave her to learn the lesson on her own. She paused on the sidewalk, head swiveling when they reached the corner of the next street, chewing on her bottom lip as she seemed lost for a moment. "Crud..." she huffed, trying to pick through memory of the last time she'd made it to the coffee shop. It took her a few seconds, but she remembered. Pointing at the street on the right. "We're close, it's just around the corner." And then she was zooming forward again. Those scrawny legs could book it.


"Hey, slow down! Wait! What the hell is a Starbucks?" She blurted out as she attempted to speed up once more to keep up with the flighty girl. Flicking her cigarette away as she trotted up. "Okay what're you addicted to cappuccinos? Is it crack? Do they put crack in your coffee? It's totally some narcotics isn't it? Definitely." chuckling softly after her remark. "So Seriously, what's a Starbucks? I keep imagining a male deer from space." As they rounded the corner Amber bumped right dead into another passerby. "Oops. My bad. You okay?" going on to make some simplistic display of apologies with the stranger before moving on along the route.


Having continued his pursuit the stalker began speeding up when he took notice they were bounding another street. Making his way right up to the corner quick enough to hear the commotion. He practically clung to the adjacent building wall. Hugging close to stay out of view as he listened in to Amber's little dialog with the stranger. Not long after, a smirk slipped across his face. Moving off the wall While the girl said her goodbyes. Standing there he began rolling his neck, awaiting the next person to round the corner. Only to confront him. "Sup man, lookin' for wallets?" Naturally, the man denied, attempting to dodge the accusations....


Cheeks puffed as she slowed down to allow the girl to catch up to her, often forgetting how quick she could be when she had something on her mind. Blame the years of booking it to and from class, being the good girl that was typically the first in the classroom before everyone else showed up. Was she an over achiever or maybe she just liked getting first pick of the seats. "It's a lie!" In terms of Starbucks. "They claim they serve you coffee... but the actual coffee is gross, and the only ones that taste okay aren't even coffee, they're just milkshakes. You want a good coffee shop, go to Dunkin' Donuts." As if they were going back to Earth any time soon... unlikely. She couldn't help but chime out a laugh at the image of a male deer from space. "You think it would have antlers or antennae?..." She mused, pausing to look back at Amber when she seemed to bump into someone and she heard the apology. "Too busy thinking about spaceman deer instead of where you're walking?" She teased, a joking smirk on her face until she heard the voice. She was naive, not stupid. Blinking, she looked at Amber like a red flag went off in her head. Earth had plenty of thieves. "...Check your pockets..." Uncertainty on her face as she looked at her friend.


"Dunk-In Doe-Nuts. Sounds like the name of a terrible hermaphrodite strip tease dance... Oh totally antennae. Like ants. And so what if I was, what's his exc-" Amber blinked. Having taken no real care or knowledge of thievery, blame the nomad tribe life. She cast a confused expression at Kenna as she slid her hands into her front pockets, then her back. "Why am I checking my pockets agai- Mother fucker." And just like that she rounded that corner in a heartbeat. Only to halt to a stop at what she'd now witnessed.

Amber watched the thief run with a blank expression. Only to heave a sigh as she leaned down to pick up her money. Going for her smokes once more after retrieving the stolen funds. "Thieves are spineless. Ugh." Her words were cruel, absolutely. Just as they may have not been just an idle threat. For now it weren't certain. But her looks defy her nature. A nomad is a nomad. Lawless, stubborn in beliefs. Turning back to Kenna after lighting her cigarette. "That was obnoxious. So let's hit that coffee shop. Now that I have my money back."

No fool, he'd noticed immediately that the blonde wasn't buying the convenience of him being there. So just as she practically pretended he wasn't there he did the same to her. "Jeebus. Hah, Christian? You're a long way from Earth. Then again I guess I am too. I'm Camren. So, accidental or purpose? You know, how you got here. RhyDin." The boy who introduced himself as Camren, he held a seemingly genuine smile on his features. Motioning to Amber with his eyes to Kenna. "You ladies oughta keep closer eye on your wallets around here. RhyDin' pretty thick with thieves."


With the thief gone, and the threat of limbs being lost also put away, the teenager seemed to relax significantly. Her arms still remained folded over her abdomen, but she didn't seem quite so much like a doe in the headlights. "They should get a job like everyone else," she muttered, about thieves being spineless. Honey hues ticked to Cam, nodding at his inquiry about being Christian. Brows furrowed for a moment, like she was indecisive. "Well... was... I don't really know anymore." It was hard to say what she believed in anymore. Everything she thought to be myth was real now, maybe everything she thought of religion was the true myth. She had no idea. Regardless, something told her that her fellow Christians would try to burn her at the stake for what she was. Distracted from her silent reverie at the introduction, she returned the favor. "Kenna," she glanced to Amber, nodding once but holding up a finger to wait a minute as she talked to the boy. After all, he'd caught the thief. She clearly wasn't as suspicious of him as her friend was. Turning her innocent gaze onto Cam, she seemed to shift her weight from one foot to the other. "Purpose... Guess you could say I'm trying to find myself." There was a tick of a smile there, a little bit secretive. She'd been up front with Amber, but that didn't mean she'd go yelling through the streets that she was a Djinn. She just didn't think people were at her throat about her kind. Turning her frame sideways like she was going to follow her friend, she pausing and jutted her thumb toward the street, glancing at Amber momentarily before looking at him. "You want to come get a coffee with us? You kinda saved us from getting robbed, after all." Kenna had money on her, sure. But not much. She had what she came to Rhy'Din with, some still left over from buying her room in advance. She still had another couple weeks before she had to worry about job seeking to keep it up.


"Coffee? Hmm.. " Pausing momentarily to stroke his chin, the expression on his face screamed the sole purpose was for theatrics. "Yeah, I could go for a cappuccino right about now. Who drinks basic coffee these days? What with Starwhore monopolizing things. The way I figure it's only a matter of time before Wallyworld and Starbucks swarm RhyDin too. You know, they say hope and faith are the mightiest of weapons. I'd say that's probably why they're so hard to hold onto." Turning his sights on Amber with a questioning look. "That is, if your friend here is alright with the company. I Don't want to impose.."


Amber on the other hand unlike Kenna, did not see any reason to invite the stranger into their midst. Casting a look at Kenna while practically screaming in her head THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING KENNA. Though, despite her reserved thoughts when put on the spotlight by Cam Amber took a complete one-eighty. "Hmm? Yeah, whatever. I don't mind I guess. Let's just go okay? Before that guy comes back with an army of hobos or something." One would say sarcastic, but Amber in truth had a strange fear of homeless people. Grungy hobos sketched her out. "Why is everyone bringing up cappuccinos? What's so damn good about them?"

Cam seemed to hold a smile the entire way to the shop. Despite Amber's behavior patterns. "I'm gonna go on a limb here and guess Amber isn't one for meeting new people. Nothing wrong with it." Once making his way up to the door instead of walking in, he placed his hand on to the door over Kenna's head. "Ladies first." He insisted. Motioning with his head for Kenna go make her way in. Only to follow her whenever she eventually did so. Making his way right up to the counter to order. With a side of small talk with the girl behind the counter.


She noted how quiet Amber was, but that didn't seem to surprise her all too much. After being told about Orcs, the real ways of the Orcs... the girl's reclusive nature to strangers was less of her being a bitch as it was just her upbringing. Though she understood the concept of caution, the naive teenager didn't seem to worry all that much for the blonde boy the way Amber seemed to. She caught the nose wrinkle from her, shaking her head until she caught the observation from Cam. "Just cautious is all." She shrugged, not finding it her place to reveal Amber's Orcish background. She knew her social faux pas and telling other people's business wasn't one she made a habit. "Considering recent events, it's not a bad way to go about it." She snickered, meaning the thief just moments before. She felt his presence before she looked up at him, "what a gentleman," then she was turning away from him and making her way to Amber's side as he took the reigns in ordering. She didn't pay much attention to the small talk made to the girl behind the counter, looking at her friend with a raise of brow. 'You good?' mouthed to her and her unnatural silence. Or maybe it was concern for her friend since they just had a run in with a thief. It was hard to tell.


"Honestly..?" Amber responded in a near whisper. Leaning in close to Kenna, her eyes glued to Cam from their position. "I feel like someone's watching me. No. More like reading me. I don't know, maybe It's just nerves. Forget I said anything. I'll get us a table." And with that Amber glanced around. Only to wander over to a vacant booth near the shop window.

After a moment of speaking with the smiling giddy cashier, Cam turned around. Making his way back over to Kenna. "That takes care of that. Should be ready momentarily." Taking notice of Amber's lack of presence he glanced around the shop until his gaze set on her in the distance. "Shall we convene over to miss broody?" Cam questioned with a soft and short chuckle. "Heh.. In all seriousness though, between you n' me, she did just get robbed and all. Is she typically like that?" Curiosity killed many a cats, but never a Cam. Though by now certainly many question how.


She listened intently, concern riddled on her face as she looked at Amber. Watched? She blinked, glancing around slightly as if there might actually be someone watching, "I don't see anyone..." She muttered, chewing her lip after. Blinking, she turned back to her before frowning slightly. "Okay.. I'll meet you there in a minute." As Amber walked off, she watched her for a moment. She seemed off, but she wasn't sure if it had to do with what just happened, that there was now a third party member or if she was just being paranoid now. Sighing, she shrugged it off for now, turning to look at Cam when he approached. Exchanging her worried look for a smile, she lifted her brows at him. Her lip pulled away from her teeth and she bobbed her head, "yeah? Great." Because coffee. She crinkled her nose at the nickname given to Amber. Her hues ticked to her friend, looking at her for a moment before she set her gaze on Cam. A shrug of her bony shoulder as she glanced to the floor. "I don't know, she's pretty reserved and whatnot. It was how she was raised.." She didn't offer any more information than that. "But she might be on edge after what just happened." Curling her arms around her shoulder, she seemed to shift her weight in deciding if she should tell him or not. Could it hurt? She didn't think so. "She mentioned she felt like she was being watched... Or read or something." Her voice softer, leaning a little closer to him as she lifted her eyes up to him before she played it casual and leaned away from him so it didn't look like they were just whispering to each other. "I don't feel it, but that's just me." She was naive and innocent, of course she didn't feel like something was up.


"... Watched huh?" Having silently listened to what Kenna had to say up until that vary point. "Well, it's probably just nerves. Unless Amber's got some enemies she hasn't mentioned to you. You'd be surprised the baggage some people bring with them to this world. And frankly speaking, I'm going to assume she didn't come here with you from earth. Who on earth doesn't know what a cappuccino is?" About that time their order had been called, and Cam made his way back to the counter. Giving a quick glance around while trying to remain inconspicuous about it.

After pulling around to a vacant parking space Yvette reached back down for the .45 under her seat. Tucking it in the back of her pants after exiting the vehicle. The stranger didn't even bother taking the keys from the ignition. Most likely because she didn't plan on staying long. With a more or less 'pep' in her step the brunette mosey'd her way right inside the shop. Right up to the counter. "Large coffee, black." Seemingly not even really too concerned with dealing with the cashier, it wasn't long before her gaze shot over her shoulder toward the trio. Faint hints of a smirk on her features.


Attentive as ever. Amber took full notice of the eyeing done by the newer patron of the shop. After all, where she hails from awareness of surrounding is more or less rule number one to survival. Though RhyDin may not be much like her home at all, her raising would always ring true. "So, you just trot around scoping out tourist then. What's your game Camren?" Amber's eyes narrowed while setting on Cam. "If you think I buy the whole convenience of you being right around the corner to catch a thief, I don't." With her ever growing feelings of anxiousness and anxiety Amber wasn't taking risks. And To her, Cam is a risk.


"Game? Well, I suppose I can see why you'd jump to that conclusion. But I assure you it's pure coincidence. I know a pickpocket when I see one." Taking another sip of his cup before placing it down on the table. Leaning back in his chair before his gaze began to dart between the duo. Perhaps using an aloof attitude to belay facts. He was very aware of exactly who just trotted herself in. And she just so happened to be the last person he damn well ever wanted to see. But rather than make a scene, instead Cam chose to play it cool.


"Amberrr," she muttered under her breath as she let out a sigh. Shaking her head, she shot Cam an apologetic look from across the table. Glancing back to her friend, she muttered under her breath. "He helped us, and you're going to give him the third degree?" Groaning, her head tilted back. She wasn't going to call Amber out on paranoia in front of a practical stranger, but the thought definitely crossed her mind. Her head up-righted, and the naive girl took no notice of the girl at the counter, her suspicion wasn't raised in the least. Instead, her nostrils flared a bit in frustration that Amber was being that way to someone who'd helped them, but she tried to bite it back. She wasn't much for confrontations, so she just took another swallow of her coffee.


"Okay sure. I guess..." Amber didn't buy it one bit, but without actual proof what would be the point? So for now, she'd bide her time. And watch this guy like a hawk. At least that was her game plan. Until the entire scenario took a different turn. A turn that started with another stranger no less. One who would give her even worse vibes than Cam did.


After dealing with who she viewed as an obnoxious peon of a cashier, The woman turned on her heels with coffee in hand. Directed right towards the table the trio were seated at. In a manner of seconds she had trotted herself right over to the three. opening her mouth immediately. "Cam, here you are. Flirting it up with girls again? Should have known..."


Cam heaved a faint sigh. Hoping to himself Yvette wasn't there for him. But of course he knew better. Just as he knew whatever the hell she wanted, if he didn't comply his newfound company would be in danger. Slowly, he turned to face her. Left hand out for his cup, where he took a sip before responding. "Yvette. Can't you see I'm on vacation here? The 'boss' has plenty of other people to fill my position."


"We both know that's a lie Cam. The 'boss' needs your talents and you full well know it. Stop being lazy and scarce. You recall what happened to the last guy who got fired. You really want that?" she recanted. A smirk plastered on her face. raising her cup to take a full blown gulp or two from the steaming contents.


"Can we have this conversation another time? I'm busy with friends right now." Cam more or less spat out at the woman. It wasn't too hard to see the tension between the two. Though whether it was animosity or sexual frustration was up for debate. At least for now anyway.


"No, we can't. Hurry up with your business. I'll be outside waiting. Don't take to long this time, I've got other things to do." And with that response the woman made her way out the door. In and out like a bad omen it would seem.

For a split moment, A faint glow from beneath the table caught her attention in her peripheral vision. Though she neglected to mention it. Hell she wasn't even sure what it was, but she noticed it none the less. Barely listening to Cam's little speech she simply nodded to him once he had mentioned her name. Amber were more or less lost in thought, Striving to recollect what exactly it was that held some eerie familiarity to her when it came to those two.


Cam's smile were more or less beaming when Kenna claimed she did want to associate with him further. Though beneath that smile held a sense of dread. Most likely born from paranoia of Yvette. Never the less Cam held steadfast. "Well, See you ladies around. Remember what I said Amber. Pickpockets. Everywhere." And with those words he had began departing. Making his way out the door and around to the small parking lot. Where of course Yvette were there waiting. "Persistent as usual I see.."


Leaning against her already running hummer, As Cam stepped out and approached his comment only made her scoff before taking a drag of the cigarette she were partaking. "You're one to talk. Chasing em' younger and younger aren't you? How long before you overstep into pedophilia Cam?" With her remark she motioned with her head to the vehicle. "Get in. You don't want to say no."


"Oh hah hah. Bitch." With a sigh he made his way around to the passenger seat. Climbing on into Yvette's vehicle. Immediately checking the backseat for an ambush. Not there. Though of course he were convinced if it wasn't coming now, whatever she had planned lead to one.

With a smirk on her features she hopped into the driver's seat. Immediately whipping out the .45, pointed right at Cam's crotch. "Try to bail and say goodbye to your favorite limb. Kapeesh?"


"You're too trusting Kenna..." Uttered with a sigh before sipping from her cup. "That guy is flaky, and his 'co worker' is even more flaky."


Kenna didn't notice the marks on her arm at all. Too distracted by Cam, her smile widened even more at his smile. What, he was pretty okay? His smile was contagious! Let her be. Finally pulling a hand out from under the table, she waved to him as he walked off. "Later, Cam." When he was gone and Amber started spouting that she was too trusting, she gave her a look. "And you're too distrusting." She pointed out, raising her brows as she fell back against the chair and picked up her coffee again. Mumbling, "you think everyone's flaky." No, no... Kenna, you're just too trusting.


"Yeah, sure. Whatever." Amber shook her head. Going for her coffee again. "I got pick-pocketed and I'm too distrusting. That makes so much sense." Maybe Kenna was right. Or maybe Amber felt she needed to be on guard because her companion was as naive as could be. Whatever the reason. Her sarcasm showed full well her views. "How can you not see how obvious that was anyway? It was clearly a set up to give that guy a chance to talk to us. Mark my words, three days tops and we'll somehow 'conveniently' run into him again. I guarantee it."


"Jesus Christ woman. Why does it always have to come to threats with you?"

"Shut up." Yvette immediately cutting Cam off as she moved the gear stick into gear, pulling out of the lot and right into the road.

"Screw off. I don't answer to you. So what next? We go to whatever the hell you n' Viv have set up shop? Torture me all you want, you'll get nothing out of me asshat."

"You don't deserve her company Cam. No, you're all mine now. Just shut the hell up and stay put. I won't say it again."