"I went to get food," Carla Jean explains, "didn't think it'd be dark by the time I went to head back." It probably shouldn't make that much difference whether it's dark or not, especially with all these still mostly unfamiliar streets, but paying attention to that is just about the only way she's got to protect herself. She might as well use it as best she can. Fingers twisting absently in her long skirt, she exhales slowly. "You gonna tell me more about that fight you were in?"