Cadence deflated a bit when the Haunt slid away from her. It seems her childish crush was as off-putting as she imagined it would be. Especially among the damned, the Anarchist had never really become accustomed to the seriousness with which most unlives are lead. The brevity she clung to was a living luxury ... A lesson she hadn't yet learned.
Her shoulders slumping slightly, she began to walk alongside Cynthia, keeping a respectful distance. "Yeah, that's my bad. I'm a little high strung tonight, I guess. Moving is always stressful." The park was relatively quiet, only the occasional passerby or faint "Got any change?" to interrupt their wandering. Cadence wasn't sure if Cynthia had any direction in mind, but she was happy just to have company.
"So where'd you call home before Sacramento?"