Disciples and Deadly Things

PHOEBE

Phoebe stared at him blankly, clearly confused. ”A…ninja?” she said slowly, her head tilting a bit to one side. ”What’s a ninja? Is it like a…uh…oh what did he call it…” Her brows knitted together as she tried to think of the word Jeremy had used when she first met him. ”A robot? Or a auto-ma-ton? Is that what a ninja is?” she said, tried to piece disparate pieces of nonsensical knowledge together.

She glanced at the food and nodded. ”I did. I just came out here to sit and think and decided to bring lunch too. This is my favorite place in the whole Hallowed Grounds.” she said with a small smile. ”Are you hungry? You can have some.” she offered. ”What brings you all the way out here? I thought you were off looking for work.” she said conversationally.

I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy