Sitting on a high-stool, the winter-blue-haired teen listened attentively to what she had to say. He fiddled with the cuffs of his jacket, tugging on it lightly as he listened to her. So far, everything she had said made sense to him, but what he couldn't figure out particularly, was why she could get such information so fast... and so easily, considering it was supposed to be sacred.
"You look like something's bothering you. Care to share?" Bonnie spoke, cocking her head to side in a questioning manner.
"It's nothing big, but I was thinking; where did you get all this... stuff from. I doubt it's as simple as simply asking someone by the roadside."
Bonnie smirked, "Are you doubting me?"
"No, I'm not. But you're sure as hell giving me a reason to be wary of you." Toshirou replied, skeptically.
