Stone had arrived a little later, in some of her more ragged outfits. Not that she could care, anyway—the fabric was clean, and it didn’t have any holes in convenient areas. There were some people milling about, trying to go about their daily business, like as not, and the girl ignored them. She only hoped they would give her the same common courtesy.
Now, she stood before the similarly-aged boy, and she thought she should speak. “…Hello.” It was something, at least. Something neutral, something inconspicuous. Not that Stone had much reason to be so clandestine, but she supposed one could never be too careful.