Shay knew that expression. She'd never had quite the same one herself, but it was close. She'd been on her way back to the burned out laundromat for another pile of scrap metal when she'd spotted him, granted, it was easy, since he stood out like a sore thumb.
She shook her head, altering her course to come up beside him instead of passing him by, "Hey, you look a little lost." She said, smiling her usual brilliant smile. As a point of reference, she wasn't dressed any more strangely than anyone else on the street, worn jeans, a t-shirt for a band that no one had ever heard of, and a jacket tied around her waist.
There were, however, a few things that set her apart from the masses, the tattoo over her brow and down her cheek, the fact that she was traffic-stoppingly pretty, and the fact that she had what appeared to be a surfboard slung over her back.