[ Her mind drifts back, to a conversation she'd had with Roland once. About how she could see through swindlers and conmen because she'd seen so many before she'd turned twenty, to say nothing of how many she'd encountered in the ten years after that and... truthfully, she doesn't want to think about how old she is now. It doesn't matter.

The point is this guy's spewing out the kind of shit any of those people would, but the concerning part is that she can't detect an ounce of deceit in his words or his mannerisms. Which is bizarre. Is he that highly trained? Is she losing her touch?

Either way, it doesn't mean she has to believe it. Or rather, even if she thinks he means it, it can bounce off of her quite effectively, because Gebura doesn't put much stock into appearance. Growing up in the City equivalent of the slums will do that to you. ]

I've had more than enough journeys at this point and this doesn't strike me as the "right" one either. If you want a walk though, don't think I'm gonna slow down for you. You'll have to keep up. [ Girl's got a Stride. But also a tendency to observe, and a very old and shoved down fondness for light conversation, so this works out for her too. ]