Tell him I'll meet him outside and we can walk over together.
No promises on that kiddo, but I promise I'll listen. ... ... So you're living on your own? At 16? Awww, Gracie, I'm sorry. I don't know much about this place, but I know that's about to change. [ He's angry, he's very angry, but not at Gracie. ]
Transit? So wait, I've been kidnapped from my home to be brought here to just live like I was living at home? What are we some sort of social experiment or something!?
Gracie, I realize that lots of things are things but that doesn't mean that they are okay for you to do for that reason.