"Uh...I was in Savannah, Georgia. I've never heard of Rohan, before. What country is that in?" It sounded...German, maybe? Or somewhere in the United Kingdom. But with the way she spoke, and calling her a lady...Rochelle realized, she felt like this woman had just tumbled out of one of those Renaissance festivals. But society hasn't fallen so fast that they'd all resorted back to the Middle Ages, had they?

"Alright, well. The guys I'm looking for, their names are Coach, Ellis, and Nick. Coach is a big guy, bald, older. Around ten years older than me? Likes hamburgers, good at giving orders. Ellis is southern as southern gets, kinda young, but he's a good kid. Real sweet. Calls people ma'am and everything. Nick is...a bit older than me. White suit, too smart for his own good. Thinks he's an asshole, but you can trust him, even if you think you can't. I'm sure he'll be easy to recognize, he'll be flirting any pretty women."

Listing them off gave her stomach a twist. God, she had barely been away for a day and she missed those idiots. She'd have to find them, wherever they were.

"I mean...Yeah, I don't want them to be here, but...I don't want to be here without them. I guess..." She rubbed the back of her head. It sounded selfish, now that she thought about it. Maybe it'd be best, if she didn't find them.