Elijah sensed the wariness coming from the girl, and instead of annoying him it brought a small smile to his face. Aubert and he hadn't come across very many young people in their travels; and it was even rarer that they had the chance to speak with one. From the young girl's demeanor, Elijah could tell that she was intelligent and the kind of girl who had a bit of spunk to her. He smiled at her words. "So you're the rebellious type, huh?" Elijah leaned in as if he were telling her a secret. "Me, too." He let out a tired sigh that was in no way directed at the girl. "We came from Vancouver," a place that was a long way from their current position. Anyone could tell that Elijah was tired of traveling, but he was loyal to Aubert, and he did not want to leave the old man to his own devices out in the veritable wilderness. The alchemist's death would mean his own demise, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that just yet.

Aubert had a kind aura, and a look that screamed 'grandpa' to little children around. There had been a few times when they had called him Santa Claus, and the old man delighted in being compared to him. He played along at times, and even gave them 'gifts' that he made right on the spot. It was dangerous for the old man to reveal his secret so easily to others, but in his old age he was beginning to care less and less about those sorts of things.

The young girl's answer caused a broad smile to appear on Aubert's lips. "Maybe?" He echoed, letting out a short laugh to show his amusement. "Maybe I know a story of my own," he said secretively. "If I tell you mine, maybe then you'll tell me yours, hm? But first, what is your name?" At this point, Aubert was willing to follow any lead he could find, even if it came from a ten-year old girl.