"Like you wouldn't believe," She offers with a soft laugh. Delicate hands go flying up to a messy tousled shock of hair, sheepishly rubbing away before the woman leans back with a nod. "I'm a tad new, yes. Old Pumpkin Hollow." she breathes.

"New terra firma to me. I'm Jane! Trying to feel my way around the town today. But! You're shooting to be on the council then? Dear me. Responsibilities abound! Why?"