little man is now sea's property

Gross, she was one of those ray of sunshine types. Nothing could rain on her parade, not even a snow storm it seemed. Levi stood there, regarding her a moment longer before his gaze flit up to the sturdy wall she was taking shelter beneath. It worked well enough, considering the wind was blowing in the opposite direction, the worst of it rolling over the tundra towards the sea. She was hard to read and frankly, Levi wasn't sure she was even worth the effort. And yet he stayed, for one reason or another. He didn't think about it too hard.

"Doesn't your type have friends?" He simply couldn't pose a question without it sounding like some sort of accusation, words intended to cut and sink deep.