She doesn't know the Outer Rim, but from the time she spent at the Academy in her wanderings, she sure got to know Midwesterners. They were nice, just maybe a little too kind. They'd come to New Orleans for a fake ghost story, not realizing that the real ones were just 'round the bend.

She easily falls into place, though she's looking up and craning her neck so she can see everything. She wants to know about new places, from the smallest insect to the biggest tree. "Oh. Really? Well...this is not gonna be awkward 'cause I'm not gonna let it be. My name's Misty Day. What's yours?"