Integral halted instantly, turning her head as both brows creased inquisitively. Manners in America? That was definitely an unexpected find.
“Good morning,” she replied with a courteous nod after exhaling the smoke from her lit cigar at the opposite direction. Her heavy accented English that would give away her country and social class. The way she always carried herself was of a person who was used to be in charge: steady steps, chin up high, straightened shoulders and a gaze that met the interlocutor’s eyes without a shred of bashfulness. Until she subtly inspected others, but she had nothing to say about this old man thus far. Nothing suspicious aside of being the only one who had spoken to her and yet that wasn’t too implausible, seeing as the others were occupied fishing.
What a nice weather is the next line of conversation? she thought dryly. That would be droll. Integral may be on ease to speak to soldiers or military and political leaders, but social callings were something she had not experienced since her childhood. As usual, the knight chose the best way to deal with issues and people: straightforward approach.
“I am trespassing?”
She had read this area was open to public; however she could have been misinformed. It wouldn’t be too bloody shocking if the city pamphlets were full of errors. They did overlook to mention the population vampires, demons, witches, demons or metahumans.