Sam was still trying to get a lay of the land. If she were Avery, no doubt, she would have already mapped out the entire town, with symbols and drawings that would make a cartographer weep with envy. But she wasn't Avery. Frankly, she was still pissed at Avery. So it was entirely possible that she was biting off her nose to spite her face, forcing herself not to think like Avery. Just. Because.

But she figured she might as well play up the part of a tourist. If nothing else, she'd met some fucking weird and wonderful folks, so far. And some of them actually seemed to be nice without a hidden agenda. She didn't really know what to make of that, but she liked it.

She liked it a lot, actually.

Admittedly, she wasn't quite ready to do the whole 'introspection' thing. But she had to admit, there were perks to being surrounded by humans.

Unfortunately, there were drawbacks too. And when a decidedly organic aroma hit her mid-stride, she literally gagged, making a face as she looked up and realized she had no fucking idea where she was.