Ray turned around to see a chair, he then looked up at an elderly woman. She had tangled, fading orange hair and lime green eyes.
"Huh?" Ray met the woman's eyes.
"Is our angel finally here?" She asked.
Ray looked at Tortie for any ideas on how to respond. Tortie simply shrugs in response. Ray looked back at the old woman who appeared to be smiling, but he couldn't tell with all her wrinkles.
"Come with me." She grabbed Ray by the ear and pulled him out of the booth along with Tortie being pushed off the side and Coral with a confused expression helping Tortie up soon following behind them.
She let go of Ray's ear and they all followed her behind the restaurant to a driftwood tent.
"I only want the white-haired one to come in." The old woman rasped.
"Uhh..." Ray looked at Coral.
She had a worried look on her face, "Ma'am? Why can't we all just go in?" She asked.
"Do ya'll think you'd fit in this tiny shack? Of course not!" She chuckled.
"Okay, well what do you need me to even go in for? Can't we just do whatever you need out here?" Ray asked, anxious.
"Supplies, of course!"
"But we already have plenty..." Tortie butted in.
"I'ma talkin' knowledge, shortcuts and other stuff you may have not realized you needed."
"This shit is taking a weird turn man." Ray whispered under his breath.