Anita stepped back and clenched her fists, grimacing.
"Sorry, didn't mean to grab you like that. I got a little over-excited. You left? You just left? Because you felt like it? And the City let you? Nothing more?"
Jeez.
She ran her fingers up her scalp into her hair and tugged a little, trying to clear her thoughts. Somehow, this skinny little guy up and left the City and then came back, coming and going as he felt like it. How? Why him? Why did the City let him leave, come back, and more importantly, remember it?
She watched him eat his candy corn, frowning. Another question, why did he look so familiar? Why did the fact that he looked familiar creep her out? Anita back-burnered that one in favor of the ones that might get her the hell out of here.
Raising an eyebrow expectantly, awaiting any answer he might be able to produce, Anita grabbed a cinnamon bun off a picnic table.