Snippet #2255627

"You'd be surprised at how calm Scots can be about really upsetting events." Callen responded, as she begun following their tracks back to the main building. "Besides, it's not all that strange up where I'm from. Everybody's seen ghosts or banshees or aliens or whatever. Besides from Ma, Da, and us kids, there ain't that much family around. And they've accepted what I've done. None of them are comfortable with it, but they know it can't be changed." She explained, desperate to return to her better moodset.

"I suspect that your family reunions are just about the same." She asked, thinking that silence was not needed.

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Anna looked at him, and crossed her arms across her chest. "I don't know. I never had it checked. It didn't seem that important." She looked around, wondering if he had really forgotten that he'd sent someone out to find her. Maybe he'd been a bit too spontaneous, and forgot about it later. "I never developed a love of books. I prefer films. They're hardly ever better than the written work, I'm told, but I like not to think about it."

She licked her lips, and sighed lightly, not really happy with how she was suddenly explaining herself like that. "Did you remember why you needed to talk to me?"