The Island
There's no time like the present. You walk over to the currently unknown woman, noting for the first time how irregular she looks. With dark eyes, black hair and a transfixing stare she sort of reminds you of that cat you just became all too personal with.
You walk over to her as she idly picks some leaves off a bush, almost like she's waiting for your approach. You introduce yourself, to which she gives you a slight uninterested nod, and you press her for information about herself.
"My name's Lydia. I'm thinking that's all you need to know right now."
She seems pretty standoffish, maybe you should wait until she has some food in her stomach before you ask her any more? Or maybe that disinterest is just a guise for more probing...
You walk over to her as she idly picks some leaves off a bush, almost like she's waiting for your approach. You introduce yourself, to which she gives you a slight uninterested nod, and you press her for information about herself.
"My name's Lydia. I'm thinking that's all you need to know right now."
She seems pretty standoffish, maybe you should wait until she has some food in her stomach before you ask her any more? Or maybe that disinterest is just a guise for more probing...