“I haven’t seen you around Port.” She rolls her eyes, relaxing again. “I don’t go to Port, not that it’s any of your business.” That’s strange. “Why not?” “I don’t trust it.” Barlia eyes me. “Are you just going to stand on my porch and quiz me?” “Can I come in?” “No.” “Then yes.” I grin at her, ignoring the look she shoots in my direction.
