A smile grew on Constance's face at what Elijah said to her. Constance was the type of her person to make up her own mind, and it was tough to get her to do what she was supposed to do if she wanted to do something else. She wasn't exactly a rebellious type, but she was stubborn. She also liked that he equated himself to her, especially when he was much older and she was just a kid. Not many adults saw her as much of an equal. She was just a kid in their eyes, which made sense. She was only ten years old. Either way, Constance liked the temporary feeling of importance.

She knew the location of Vancouver. It was hard not to know where a big city like that was located, even at a young age. It wasn't very far from here either. "You're from Canada?" she asked, glancing between the two of them. The lesser known cities Constance couldn't have guessed, but Vancouver was easy.

Aubert's answer caused a small laugh to bubble out of Constance. She was grinning openly now, and sidled closer to one of the empty seats at the table. "Maybe," she repeated, still being secretive. She moved to sit down in one of the chairs and raised her chin. "Constance," she said. It hadn't always been her name, but she wasn't supposed to go by her other one anymore. Constance had been her name for four years now. Besides, she knew how to say her original name but not how to spell it. "What's yours?"