[ Look, buddy, she's not the information desk. If she had the answers he's looking for, she'd share them.

Pulling her hands from her pockets, she rubs at her forehead with one. They're both wrapped in strips of fabric that cover her palms and wrists, disappearing up into her sleeves. There are yellow-brown bruises speckled across her fingers that have just about faded. ]

That's another answer I don't have. [ She sighs wearily and turns her attention back to the new guy, giving him a once-over with a critical eye. ] The super creepy map of doom wasn't here a few days ago. I just got back a few hours ago, though, so I can't say for sure when it showed up.

[ She's not excited about that fact. If anything, she sounds exhausted and resigned. ]