"Not at all," she said. She swallowed hard, catching again the roiling scent of sulphur from which she had been running. It seemed as if it was following her, though she knew that simply could not be true; it waxed and waned, after all, and with no discernible correlation to the wind or to her position relative to the building. It was troubling, but Karin fought to keep her expression from showing any hint of her concern. "It's a pleasure." She smiled shakily, biting her tongue, forcing her head forward against the need to look behind her once again. Instead she deliberately studied Dominic's face, as much marking him for future meet ups as for considering if she had passed him before. It saddened her to think she lived among those she had never truly seen; in the past she had been better at getting out and meeting those around her, making some kind of impression - for good or for ill - on anyone within a few miles' radius. She cleared her throat, wondering how best to salvage this, how to appear normal when she knew she likely looked anything but.
"I guess I'm just not used to really seeing anyone out here," she said. "I walk out here often, and things like that bonfire are usually the closest I get to a friend." It sounded sadder than she'd intended; she reached for something, anything, to make it seem less so. "You know, if you're just kind of ambling, I wouldn't mind walking with someone tonight."