Breakfast is pretty good. [ yang sidles up to the desk, tipping her cowboy hat toward the stranger with a wink. she seems to be having a rough go of it before arriving here if the pale skin and bandages mean anything. the least she can do is help ease some of the pressure. ] Weird thing is that they know times, but they don't know dates. And watch this.

[ she leans across the counter to ask the receptionist, ] What day is it today?

[ to which the obvious answer is "what is there to do in town? i'd check out the saloon, and the diner has great food if you want something different. stay in town, though, it gets dangerous outside at night." yang gives the long-haired woman a weary, knowing look. ]

No days of the week, either.