"Hi," Johnny replied, pleased that she didn't scream bloody murder. Offering her a small smile, he glanced down, taking in the state of his dad's old Marine Corps jacket.
It was an old, faded khaki jacket, nearly bleached white from the countless hours spent in the sun, with the Marine Corps logo stitched to one sleeve and the Operation logo stitched to the other. While it was faded, it also had a layer of dirt woven in amongst the threads of the fabric, giving it the appearance of always being a little dirty no matter how often he washed it.
He had the jacket zipped up so it was covering his private school uniform. He hated his uniform, and especially wearing it out in the District on his way to or from school. Usually his jacket would cover the ugly blue button-up shirt and tie, and he tended to keep the jacket on all day at school as well, much to the chagrin of his teachers.
The thought of his uniform made him consider what she was wearing as well. Blue plaid skirt, button up shirt, school jacket with a gold insignia on the breast. Definitely private school, he thought. Though not one he could identify the insignia for.
"I'm alright," he answered her finally. "Just a little confused as to where I am."
The warmth of the room was finally affecting him, and he unzipped the jacket, pulling on his tie to loosen it further. "Where are we, by the way?" he wondered, glancing behind her at the door she had obviously come through.