[The sound of someone complaining-slash-boggling at the state of American food makes Elena smile as she edges her way through the crowd. In her travels, it's the kind of thing she's heard before, both about American food and from Americans.
But a split second later, the familiar sound of that voice and that accent register, and she turns on her heel, striding toward the source of it. Could it really be...?]
food booths
But a split second later, the familiar sound of that voice and that accent register, and she turns on her heel, striding toward the source of it. Could it really be...?]
Chloe? Chloe Frazer?
[Holy shit.]