“My what?”

Is she supposed to be here?? There’s genuine bewilderment to the furrow of his brow, to the short stretch of silence he fuddles in before he lifts his cup to drink. Is it really his problem? He only has so many consciences to spare.

“You’re not here to blow the place to smithereens, are you?”

Entreating an old friend. The thought of it makes him tired. All of that hard riding.

He pauses again, this time to mark the rattle of her teeth under a lull in the harbor breeze.

“I just got here.”