[Morphia looks over at the woman, then at the corner again. Then back. There is no good way to explain this, is there. She did not think through having to possibly explain herself. Most people leave other, muttering people alone.]

Yeah, I'm just having a great time talking to this wall. Real sparkling conversation.

[Sarcasm. She reminds herself, belatedly, that someone who stopped to ask if she was alright probably doesn't deserve biting, and sighs, sitting back on her heels.]

No, it's, uh. ...I was looking for someone.

[Still sounds crazy. At least it's not sarcasm?]