Slobo finally turned to her after a moment, his eybrow raised. There was something different about her chalky friend the past few days. It was almost... disconcerting.

"Take a seat and talk, Bright Eyes. Everyone else has, and you I actually don't mind talkin' ta." His voice was full of something Sheeana could recognize all too well, a world-weariness that could only come from lifetimes of memory not matching one's age. The usual joking lust and bravado also seemed rather absent from his voice.