Mordred looked up then, he felt a little happy when she clapped. It was a nice from people looking at him funny instead. "Yes, about a week," he said. "Only me. There was a house fire, and.. people must have thought it was me. I didn't. So, I left. Which is just as well since no one wanted me around much longer anyway.."
He inched closer when he saw her name in the sand. He usually kept to himself, but this one was being nice. It was true that he hadn't got much to eat. Probably had been a couple days. But he was always on the move since the authorities had been searching for him. Didn't help that his face was also on the news. He looked around then, noting he had been here a while.