"Huh? What are ya doing here in the slums?"

I looked at the girl standing right in front of me. She looked like she's...normal? No. How do I put it...like she's from a good house. From a house they treat her right and she can live peacefully. But maybe I'm wrong?

I scanned her up and down with my hands in my jacket and a stern yet confused expression on my face. She needed help? She got lost? So many questions popped up in my head but it seemed like I won't get an answer anytime soon