[ She can sense the confusion. She doesn't blame him, actually -- Summoned is a shitty name but it's what they've got. ]

Summoned. The people here, they brought lots of others the same way they brought you here. They call it bein' summoned. So we're the Summoned. [ She gestures at both of them again. ] They brought me here almost two years ago. And 'cause we aren't from this world, we're special. We can do special things.

[ She beams at him, repeats his name in her melodic accent, then offers him her hand. ] Nanaue. Nice to meet you.

[ As they walk, she smiles over her shoulder, looking up at him. ] 'Course! You seem nice. We don't have nothin' like you back where I'm from. Did they bring you to Solvunn or Thorne? I woulda seen you in Cadens. That's where I live now.

[ They reach the booth and Julie approaches the counter. The werewolves running the stand stare past her at Nanaue, clearly apprehensive, but she doesn't allow for them to ignore her. ] I'll take whatever fisceime you got left. And two of the torcainse bacon sandwiches. [ Glancing down, she takes a small coin purse out of the beaded bag hanging from her wrist. ] Nanaue, how do you like your meat?

[ She assumes the answer is "raw", but that's probably not the best way to make the werewolves more comfortable. ]