Molly didn't mind hanging out with people younger than her. She had been used to taking care of her brothers and sisters, with the exception of Daniel.
"Uh...I don't have a phone either, and the phone in my motel room is broken, but I'm in room 13 of the Phoenix if you want to stop by."
She frowned a little, tilting her head. "Why don't you have a place to live?" He could be a run away. She's known plenty of those too from living on the streets in Chicago.