Re: Pre-Dawn Cemetery: Emily G/Hunter R
She didn't seem overly concerned by Hunter's declaration of what might be considered weird, and only shrugged a bit, a slight movement of hair and coat over the sharp shoulder beneath. "I've been called worse than weird. It doesn't usually bother me." No, there were other things that bothered her much more, even if she had been doing her best to blend in with the small-town citizens.
She did realize that wandering through graveyards before dawn wasn't exactly not-weird, but she hadn't honestly expected to find anyone there. Though she (more than anyone) should have expected that a new grave needed to be dug. That wasn't something to be commented on, however.
The antics of the puppy made her laugh, a low sort of chuckle that held a surprising amount of warmth. By the time he reached her toes, she'd reached a hand down to manage a single scritch to his ears before he dashed away again. That hand tucked back into her coat pocket as she stepped just a bit closer, the wide angle of the flood light finally reaching her face a bit more. Though that only served to highlight the pale case of her skin, the high contrast between the black-and-white colors of her appearance. She'd known other grave diggers in her time, but it was different now. She wasn't entirely certain how to interact with him.