His eyes flick down to her, shining an unnatural yellow in the sunlight. Over time, it isn't difficult to identify a local from one of the arrivals. Something in the way a good portion of them dress or speak.

He's glimpsed her before, he thinks. Once or twice in Mag's. What was it Julie said? A red-haired girl? He can't recall any others fitting that description.

Hm.

He nudges the vase back into place. A fresh scar runs up the length of his arm, disappearing beneath his rolled up sleeve.

"You're Julie's friend," he observes.