Cam laughs a little, a huff that might be amusement and might just be a standin for knowing what the hell any of that means. She has no idea what yeehaw is. If she had to guess, either something to do with cowboys (True Cowboys? There's sort of a capital letter attached the way the guy keeps saying it) or a cheer that goes with alcohol wherever he's from.
Her head twinges a little then, but she can't pay attention to it for too long, because someone passing drunkenly echoes yeehaw! (cowboys, then, statistically) and she snorts at it and lifts her glass to that and takes a drink.
"Exactly," she says. "It's not that useful as a tactic, I suppose you can't dig very far. But it's better than nothing. Or potentially, worse than. I don't know about you, but I've got the feeling that wherever I'm from, waking up somewhere you don't recognize with no memories isn't an every-day occurrence." She raises her eyebrows at the middle distance and examines the dregs of her glass, setting it back down on the bar.
"I'm Camilla," she says, realizing they've been chatting without having ever introduced themselves. Forcing herself to actually meet those nebulously-empty halos -- feeling that disproportionate unease and smallness in their reflection -- she extends a hand toward Black Hat Cowboy Guy.
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Her head twinges a little then, but she can't pay attention to it for too long, because someone passing drunkenly echoes yeehaw! (cowboys, then, statistically) and she snorts at it and lifts her glass to that and takes a drink.
"Exactly," she says. "It's not that useful as a tactic, I suppose you can't dig very far. But it's better than nothing. Or potentially, worse than. I don't know about you, but I've got the feeling that wherever I'm from, waking up somewhere you don't recognize with no memories isn't an every-day occurrence." She raises her eyebrows at the middle distance and examines the dregs of her glass, setting it back down on the bar.
"I'm Camilla," she says, realizing they've been chatting without having ever introduced themselves. Forcing herself to actually meet those nebulously-empty halos -- feeling that disproportionate unease and smallness in their reflection -- she extends a hand toward Black Hat Cowboy Guy.