"Shepard?" Red grins. "I have a friend who's a shepherd. Or... was. He's doing other stuff now." Became a prince, fought to save a kingdom, you know. All the good kind of stuff. She quirks an eyebrow, and leans back just slightly, appraising her newfound company. "Are you an actual shepherd, or...?" The question trails off, playful and curious.

And that gets a laugh. "Tell me about it. Warm, comfortable." Looking across the way, Red tilts her head and considers. "Normally I'd like to think I'm pretty good at avoiding traps, but something has shaken up my confidence on that front."

It doesn't take much thinking. "Sure. I'd offer to buy you a drink on the other side, but I'm kind of short on cash. New in town, and uh, didn't have time to get any local coin."

Which is a very, very optimistic spin to put on falling through a bright green light in the sky, yes.