Wren sat up as soon as the other girl started talking, and she smiled at her in a way that was completely open and friendly. She didn't have many barriers, and it was evident in her expression.
She patted the large bed and scooted over, wanting the other girl to sit down and catch her breath. "I'm Wren," she said. "Well, Roxie, really, but everyone calls me Wren," she explained easily. "What you did out there, it was amazing," she said, all honest awe and unhidden admiration in the words. The compliment to her hair was waved off with a smile. "It's a wig," she said. "We wear them on stage to make us more memorable."
She crossed her legs, all high school girl at a sleepover, and she looked at her new friend curiously. "Why did you help me?" she asked, taking in everything she could about the other girl - her expression, her clothes, her nervousness in the room. "It's okay. I'm not going to tell anyone. You must be from Musings - I am, too."