She hummed something akin to agreement to his first statement. That was a given. If you didn't blend in, you were asking to be eliminated for being where you damn well weren't supposed to be -- according to someone.

"I'm sure you tested the soil of every hill you came across, just to come to that conclusion." She finished pulling her second sandal off, pushing off the short railing of the bridge, feeling the cool (not cold) stone beneath her feet. Real sensations, for a certain value of real. "Usually isn't always," she pointed out, turning away from him as she pulled her shirt off. "Even if that were true, you really go out of your way to discredit yourself half the time."