"Karmatic HMO's are probably more efficient than the rest..." he replied, chuckling, taking a drag on his cigarette. He wondered at that strange feeling she gave off, but didn't wonder too hard. After all, Peyote was given to taking life as it came, he didn't see much point in overthinking. Answers that were needed revealed themselves when it suited them. If they didn't, did it matter? Being conscious for around four thousand years had a way of cooling one's heels.
"Expunged, huh?" he asked, squinting at her again, grinning. "Well I...I'm a traveler. An ambler. I go here and there and wherever the wind takes me. I guess I started in the dessert, and here I am. The wind's blown me thisaway before, but it's been awhile..."
Peyote definitely lived at a slower pace than his new acquaintance...then again, he had all the time in the world.
"So you travel the whole....god damned world rescuing unfortunate animals and following the whims of a loud conscience. Seems to me like you're a romantic."