“Well, I’m not about to deny someone their coping mechanisms. Where do you live, or where did you live, before the attack?”
I have a feeling she didn’t live here in Brockton Bay. If she says that, though, he’s bound to get confused about why she would come here.
“Out of town.”
He raised one eyebrow, but he kept looking out the windows for possible trouble.
Bingo.
I feel like that’s a big point in favor of this being either a surprisingly coherent Bonesaw, or the Newbie (which is a possibility I didn’t think of until now, but also one that seems less likely because of the lyrics). Moving to Brockton Bay right now is pretty worthy of a raised eyebrow from me to if she’s not here to take advantage of the situation like the Slaughterhouse Nine.
He put the key in the ignition and started the car so he could use the windshield wipers. “Sounds like there’s a story there. People don’t just come into town at a time like this, and if you were just visiting, you would have evacuated already.”
Oh yeah, I’m sure there’s quite the story here, alright.
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