She looks up at you with a shit eating grin, putting her hands on her hips. She’s… back? Last time you saw her she was going back to see her tribe..?

“Mkay- so- goin’ back to wasn’t a good idea,” she starts, the smugness on her face faltering. “Um- they ain’t takin’ me back. Damn bastards…”

she taps her fabric wrapped foot, as if she’s expecting something from you. But after a few moments of awkward silence she lets out a sigh.

“So I’m stayin’ here, mkay?” she says matter of factly.