"I don't know. But I don't particularly mind the rambling," Anthony shrugged, turning his head ever so slightly to see where Sonia is going now. Only to the water's edge, it seemed. That was fine. He himself was a bit too afraid of the water hitting him—these were his favourite boots, after all—and was very pleased with standing away from the sea and just admiring it from a short distance away it. Though he wouldn't say it out loud, he was fairly pleased with the direction this conversation is going. That is, away from Sonia's 'who am I' and 'looking for answers' things.

"Maybe so. But, odd people are the best kind of people, I think," he looked at her, with a small smile on his face. Everyone was so concerned with being proper and socially acceptable and conforming to norms, that even though he had found her confusing, he still enioyed the change of pace.