She exchanged a nod for his and took another sip of her drink. Looking around, she realized she probably seemed out of place but, if she was honest, she was 'out of place' pretty much anywhere. 'One foot in Heaven, one on Earth, no place to properly call home.'
The gentleman seemed nice enough, at first glance. Not like that sociopathic fire starter she'd encountered earlier in the week. So far, no one was mistaking her for a bag man.
She had to admit, though. "These pretzels are making me thirsty." Why she felt the need to say it out loud, escaped her.