Under gray skies. You attended an art gallery, it was time you got out, and saw some fine arts while you had the chance.

There were a number of people through the gallery, but one stood out, a short girl in a red skirt. She looked a little young to be here by herself. So you asked if she was. Just in case.

She did not say much. But described it as "Not exactly"

“Ib! Wanna come this way! I found some more cool paintings my dad ma-”

The much louder girl sees you. She stands a little closer to the mentioned "Ib".

“This big guy bothering you. Ib?”

She tries to sound big and tough, then again, she's but a kid. She doesn't sound it.

“No. . .”

Ib quietly tells her, she in fact tells her friend. How she mentioned the name "Mary". That you were only trying to help. Mary seems bitter. But relents.

It would appear you're responsible for these two now.