"Gertrude," she responded to Jesse's introduction. "But nobody calls me that. It's just Gert." The teen tucked her hands into the pockets of her hoodie and shifted her weight onto her back foot. "Nice to meet you."
And then she was hearing her name. Gert turned towards the sound, pulled a hand from her pocket, and lifted it to wave. "Hey! It is crazy out there. Old Lace and I almost didn't make it, but. Uh. We kind've stole a car. Well. The door was open." Not that she had a license, but then, the police had better things to worry about at the moment, didn't they?