"That's me." She said, eyeing the paint cans as Arden shook them. Teagan's voice was licorice but absolutely female - all that time on the road, all that time drinking, all that weed and second hand smoke. If she had lived life as a nun maybe it would be at candy as the cotton candy she was holding out in exchange.
When the cans were grabbed and the exchange made she quickly turned back and put them in her pack. Then she decided to stay for a moment, shoot the shit.
There were words that were decidedly unGhoul like. Staying inside instead of staying underground.
"I needed to get out, stretch my legs, enjoy a ride." It didn't matter what sort of gas clouds might be drifting or creatures would be lurking. Even behind the walls of the free-est place in Austin, the Dog Park could get claustrophobic on occasion. Too many worries and emotion and feelings. They wore on her. "Delivering candy seemed like a fun thing to do." and she was enjoying the smile of this woman's face.
"What Shelter are you staying at? You came out here all alone?"