"My father use to call me that." She furrowed her brows. "After a hurricane I was thrown ashore. Humans don't seem to understand when images are thrown into their brain by a teenager who can't speak. So I was put into their foster system and thrown from home to home by humans who could never understand. This city is where I have been for the last two or three years." She answered honestly.
He somehow could understand her 'words' and he wasn't off-set by it, so why lie? If she wanted this bad enough she had to open up to at least the man who ran the place.
"I don't know where home is anymore or if my tribe is even alive after all this time. I just need a place that will understand that."