She knew from her observation flights over town that Chamberlain was the high school, and she shook her head to his question. "I don't go to school," she said. Oh, she knew she looked of an age to be in school - either late high school or early college - but her school years (such as they were) were far behind her.
"But yes, I'm new. I'm Cinder," she introduced herself, and while she did move a little closer to the car to carry on the conversation, she didn't get too close. This time of night, what little population there had been on the street was fast dissipating as the town darkened and the hour grew later.