Barbara was taken aback by the girl's wardrobe, but masked her reaction carefully (there's something to be said about the self-control one achieves through years of dual-identities, after all). She didn't look a lot younger than Babs herself, but something about her was strange. Maybe it was the severe contrast between her clothes and hair and her skin. Maybe it was something else. Barbara wasn't sure she'd ever be able to nail it; it seemed to be one of those things that slipped from her grasp just as she was getting close.
"Hey!" Barbara kept her voice down, mindful of all the sleeping occupants of the other room. "I'm Barbara, and in case it wasn't obvious from the get-go, I'm new here."