Allegra laughed. She liked this guy; he sounded like John Wayne's mellow cousin. Still laughing, she let herself slide down till her head was on the grass and her eyes on the sky.
"Travel," she said with slow, even diction, "implies a set destination. Whereas me, myself, and I--hey, what's the word between drift and float? 'Cause I'm that. Probably."
She squinted at her companion. "Plus it takes one to call one. Desert and nomadic winds? You might as well write your resume on a Valentine card."