"No, mostly just me," Lana chuckled.

"Mmm. People walk different when they're thinkin'. They wander, an' everythin' in their heads kinda fits together differen'ly."

Looking up at her, his eyes faded from emerald green into a stormy green-grey, like brine in some far off ocean, intense and somber in the same breath.

"So, what're you thinkin' about?"

Lana shrugged, "Nothing in particular."