Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

The lady looks at the stranger's hair, not sensing any familiar energy from it, even though there is some other kind of energy present. - Knowledge... Acquisition... Surely there must be someone who can pass it on, right? Otherwise, this research is worthless, - she says, tilting her head in a certain way, as if pondering something. - That makes sense. I will keep that in mind, - she glances at the other vagrants, finding them unworthy of initiating a dialogue, then turns her attention back to the man drinking beer and the woman hurrying away. - It seems I have distracted you from something. But you seemed to be the most knowledgeable about this matter, and besides, I already know you. I won't bother you any further, - she rises from her seat, leaving a trail of frost on the chair. - One day, we will record the emptiness of the West in a scientific book. Have you seen Amadeo? No?... I'll have to find him myself, - with a dismissive farewell, she does so.