"I have," was her response. No use giving up information immediately.

Nancy's hand moved to the necklace she wore, playing idly with the charm. It was a present she'd received for winning the contest some years back, and wore it yearly, to explain to anyone who couldn't be bothered to ask why she was there.

"This isn't my first time around here." He could ask if he wanted. But she didn't really feel the need to explain herself.