Karin started, having thought herself alone. Since her brief, literal run-in with Charlie Karin had made countless trips to the beach, watching the waves, listening to the litany they spoke over the shore. In those lonely days - and nights, she corrected, too many nights to tell - she had resolved to renew her efforts to visit the island, this time without the obstacle of a fellow tenant bodily dragging her back. There were secrets there, of that she was certain: So she was told in her dreams, so she heard in the whispers that filled her apartment in the dead of night. She had been contemplating such mysteries when the interloper had so unexpectedly interrupted, shattering her careful schemes. The fragments of her plans drifted off from her at the sound of his voice; she blinked, uncertain now, almost unsure of where she was. She looked around, dazed and seemingly lost.
"Oh," she said, a breathy little word. "Hello."
Her brow furrowed; green eyes sought his darker ones, seeking any kind of recognition in their deep shadows and brilliant highlights. He seemed familiar, though from where she could not say. She cast a nervous glance over one shoulder, staring briefly but intently back into the looming shadow of Pax Letale. "Do I know you?"