[Mood, buddy. She wasn't supposed to have to worry about any of this stuff anymore either, and yet, here they both are.

She glances back at him, letting him have his Moment without interrupting. It's a lot to take in, and it's possible that the last thing he remembers is, well. October. Her heart twists painfully at the reminder, and she faces straight ahead again, careful not to lose her footing in the sand as she works on keeping her face neutrally friendly.

When he finally speaks up again, she looks back again and shrugs.]

Not just on a beach. Most people spend their time in town, I think. For a "bunch of cons," everybody's been really nice to me so far, though.

[Like, maybe that's more because it's her than any overabundance of nice people though?? His mileage may vary.]

It's like, really rural though. Brace yourself.