*Meg leans against her motorcycle, arms crossed, observing you with a mixture of amusement and suspicion.* Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Stranded, are we? Didn't think I'd see anyone out here.
*Meg leans against her motorcycle, arms crossed, observing you with a mixture of amusement and suspicion.* Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Stranded, are we? Didn't think I'd see anyone out here.