"Why not you?" came the reply, followed a moment later by the girl who'd said it. She was young, maybe eighteen, and had her hair pulled back in a pair of braids. Slung across her back was what looked like a snub-nosed surfboard, if surfboards came with snap-on utility straps and green LED indicator lights across the front.
She shrugged, thumbs hooked into her pockets, "I mean, you asked, so I figure you were looking for an answer, sorry if I'm being all interrupting."