That earns a dubious look.

"People talk about me, eh? Must've done something right," A beat passes, "Or wrong."

She's not exactly the poster-child for friendly, welcoming icons of Haven.

Vandal, unfortunately, being the socially awkward engineer that she is, bites her lip. Briefly distracted from misery by curiosity and that's a nice break actually.

"Where are you from?" You're not getting away that easily, Saber...