Jesse watched him carefully, but mostly, no, she wasn't scared. Maybe a little worried. How had he gotten in without her dad hearing him? But she was curious, intrigued by this boy sitting on her bed. "I'm Jesse," she offered in return.
"You just...walked in the front door?" That didn't seem right. How could it be that simple? "Well, you could've- asked?" Except how could he, if he didn't know here before now? "Are you...a local?" Because for some reason, she couldn't imagine a fellow displaced person just bursting into someone's house. Maybe that was naieve of her.