An odd pair they were, Dustin and Ember. Not in looks - he, with a perpetual tan and sun-bleached hair, and she with an olive complexion and a head of fluffy russet - but most everything else. Neither were much on shirts, with him in an open front hoodie and her a fur-collared bomber jacket that, despite being left unzipped, managed to move in such a way that indecent exposure was almost never an issue. Nor on pants, with him in tight diving shorts and her her in denim cut-offs. Not at all dangerous by nature - very friendly, in fact - but odd just the same.