Walter had left an impression on her apparently. He often was memorable even if the memories were not always pleasant. "I remember sitting alone in the rain lass, hoping it would wash away the voices on my conscience. I never could drown them out." Musing for a moment "Time buried them in dust, but dust can get whipped up in little eddies and drifts." He motioned with a pale hand to a park bench.
"I'll speak to you because you are a stranger, because if we were well met, you would have run away the second you saw me." Walter peeked gently into her" and offered a small smile. "You have the weight of loss on your heart, Ms. Swann" using her name even though he had not been told it" I'd hear your story if you would listen to a moment of mine." Bowing slightly in a manner she might understand. "Walter O'Dim" and offered her a hand in support to lift her off the earth.
"I've been to many a place, on both horse and camel. Camels are more willful." He considered it for a moment. " Still, if I were in the wastelands I would be better served by a dromedary than a horse."