Vapor sighs. "No, you look like a certain Dr. Gears. But that's not the point." She fell into her stance again and raised her Shardblade threateningly. "Who are you?"
"That old?" Vapor says, surprised. "And thanks for the answer." A moment later she stops. "Who told you that?" She seems strange for a moment, then shakes her head again. "Sorry."
"Your first name? What is it, Miss... T?" Vapor looks at Miss T. suspicious. "And where is your quiver?" She shakes her head, as if clearing it. "Sorry. I'm not myself lately. I've been super emotional. Is 19 too old for mood swings?"
An hour later, Vapor stopped for a break. "Where's your closest safe house? I don't have enough food in my bag for more than a meal." She looked in her bag and pulled out a small bag of food.