River didn't realize it, but she couldn't read Bella's thoughts. She knew her name because she'd overheard it in the hallway a few days earlier. River, the reader, could not read this girl.
She nodded. "I miss mine, too," she said, her voice much more whistful and girlish than it was, for example, when she was spending time with Hannibal. "Where is home?" she asked, her eyes focusing on a point in the room that made it look like she was in a trance.