Ame gives the Fischer girl a warm, flirtatiously genuine smile. "Maybe then you'll tell me your name."

"So," she asks the group at large. "You wanna wander at whim, or, like, introduce ourselves to the wagons in order?"

Blink. "Abyssia. Call me Bys. It truly is nice to meet you, sorry if I seem cold."

"We should stay near the middle during the day," K'nak comments. "Perhaps we can negotiate favors for the privilege. Ame's would be rather direct I imagine, but Fal can hunt, and miss Bys and I are both strong enough to help with firewood and such."

"Bys," Ame repeats.

"Maybe I can find the guys I fucked last night, ask them to ask around for us," Ame suggests.

"I think it should not be too hard. They seem to be accepting of us." K'nak shrugs and starts jogging ahead, waving to the wagon in front of them.

"I'll stay here instead of running around," Bys says. "I'll give a beer to whoever finds me a spot, though."

Heh.

Ame has no interest in beer, but she might as well.

Turning, Ame dashes toward the side of the nearest wagon, kicks off the wooden siding, and vaults up onto its roof. Can she spot any of the guys from last night from up here?

There's one of them over there, walking along and looking bored! And another over there, driving a wagon!

Ame drops back to the ground and leads Bys over to the guy driving a wagon.

"Hel-lo again, hot stuff! Who's your, uh, friend?"

Bys tries not to glare. It's mostly successful.

"Heya. This is Abyssia. She's also here to make sure y'all don't die." Smirk.

"So's this your wagon or do you just drive it?"

"Oh, most of us own shares in the whole endeavor, so it's like one-three hundredth my wagon or something. If you want a place to sit during the day, you're welcome on my lap. Or in the wagon. I think they have a specific one set out for guards to sleep in though, 'cause me and three other guys sleep in this one."

"As tempting as your lap is, for now I'm pretty sure I'm being paid to stay alert, so."

Ame stretches her arms a bit, though. No reason he can't ogle her.

"But we might take you up on the less distracting seats, if you don't mind."

"If I'm tired when you need help I can't properly defend us," Bys says, "So thank you."

"Sure thing, adventurer." He nods amiably. "Need me to stop so you can get in? Just don't make me do it a lot or I'll hold up the train."

"I won't. Thanks again."

The cottage-sized wagon stops. Bys clambers inside by the door in one side and finds a seat and opens the window shutters. It starts moving again when the team of six horses are urged oneward with a gentle slap from the reins.

Ame walks along side the wagon window where Bys is resting. It's not like Ame has to worry about getting tired.

"If you get bored in there and change your mind, you can totally hold my hand while you walk instead. So you don't get tired."

"I have books. And I have to clean my guns. But I might take you up on that later if you don't find a spot to rest, too. And here's your beer, I'd like the container back if possible."

A small metal canteen is tossed out the window.

Ame reaches up and sets the canteen back on the windowsill.

"Thanks, but I don't actually want any beer. I avoid alcohol as a rule."

She peers out and puts it away.

"...Your loss. It's good stuff. Hey, if we're going to have a conversation, I sort of wish you'd come inside while he was stopped."

"We're not going that fast," Ame disagrees.

Ame eyes the window frame, and hops up, clinging to the side of the wagon by her fingertips and toes. She manages to make it look casual, leaning against the outside of the shutters where they can talk easily, but she wouldn't want to keep it up all day.

"I can ride like this for a while, best of both worlds. Unless the road gets bumpier."

Abyssia laughs once, then shakes her head. "Not quite what I meant. It just feels a little awkward talking out of a window."

"Is that because you were thinking about having me in your lap, and now there's all this wagon in the way of that?"

Her eyes widen and her spots brighten, then she blushes and scowls halfheartedly. 

"You- I-" She droops a bit. "Is it that obvious?"

"I tend to notice that kind of thing. If only because I look for it when other people don't."

Ame glances inside at her and smiles.

"I already suggested sleeping together tonight. The sexy team-bonding was implied. Even if that ends up just being us two while K'nak and Fal are elsewise."

Quick, change the subject so you don't think about- Too late.

"I don't think Fal is into girls," she says anyway. "And I'm not into guys. And I basically have to sleep alone or I can't, so I'll go set up a tent if I don't get my own room."

"That doesn't prevent you and I from having sexy team-bonding," Ame points out. "I like you. And as hot as K'nak is, you're more interesting. You want me more than he does."

"...Interesting in a 'oh, how quaint, let's see just what the backward savage is wrong about' way, or...?" She sighs. "I am being uncharitable again."

"The distaste for close-minded paladins and the sexy glowing tattoos come to mind first, actually," Ame says lightly.

"But no. If I wasn't in the middle of something, your attraction to me would be the most important thing going on right now. That kind of thing matters. Why would I think you're a backward savage, though? I can honestly say no reason to do that has occurred to me at all."