Re: [Woods: Patrick & Raven]
It was cute. Well. Cute was... good? She looked at him, curious black eyes, for a very long moment. She did her best to keep her head from cocking to the side, but it was a hard battle. She did shake her head again at the talk of "Dahl".
She didn't plan on being adopted by anyone, and as soon as her thoughts started obeying her again, as soon as her shifts weren't happening more than once a day, she would be able to go into Repose and figure out how to survive in this town. Every town was different, but she'd been figuring it out for a long time. At least it felt like a long time, deep in her heavy, solid bones.
Their path didn't waver, and she never turned or curved away from the direction she was heading. It was a sign that she knew exactly where she was and exactly where she was heading. And it didn't take more than a few more minutes for her to stop. Moving one second and still the next. And there, just visible through the still-bare trees, was "home". For the moment. The winter vegetation around it was obviously years-old, betraying the fact that while she might be new to the area, her current home definitely was not. The door was closed, no lock visible on it, but one window near the back of the RV (one with a solid branch just outside of it) was cracked open just an inch, deliberately.
And to answer where she'd gotten her clothes, she lifted one arm just enough to gesture vaguely at the RV and managed to say something that sounded like "more eh gee uh".