His gaze is drawn to a woman moving purposefully through the rubble to the toppled remains of a little stall near the hole in the road. Her shitty little souvenir keychains and magnets are scattered or vanished, the stall itself splintered and the sign for it flat on the ground. But she takes a precarious seat on her stool, which is on its side, and starts to study the street as if everything is normal and it's just another boring day tending her functional, undamaged stall on a moderately busy road.
"Look at that, though." Ren doesn't bother to be subtle when he points at her. "That's weird as hell."
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His gaze is drawn to a woman moving purposefully through the rubble to the toppled remains of a little stall near the hole in the road. Her shitty little souvenir keychains and magnets are scattered or vanished, the stall itself splintered and the sign for it flat on the ground. But she takes a precarious seat on her stool, which is on its side, and starts to study the street as if everything is normal and it's just another boring day tending her functional, undamaged stall on a moderately busy road.
"Look at that, though." Ren doesn't bother to be subtle when he points at her. "That's weird as hell."