She stepped backward nimbly and twisted on her heels to stare at this boy with the strange eyes and simple question. Jeanne-Marie watched him for a long moment, a swift night breeze causing her long, inky black strands of hair to go wild around her face. She didn't look startled, merely studious.
"That depends on what is inside," she said finally. "I don't know that place. It isn't where I was going but I'm here anyway. Who are you?"