Giotto suppressed a smile. Independent kid - something he could appreciate even if he suspected there was someone worried about where she was right now (and if there wasn't, he'd be having a word with whoever ought to be). He was growing more curious about it.
"I'm sure you can Miss Winderfield, but that doesn't mean that there isn't someone who should know where you are." His parents had occasionally taken temporary custody of a kid who might otherwise be lost in the system and his mother had been frantic when one of the them had gone off to the park without telling her that he was going. He smiled gently. "Even court appointed guardians have been known to worry. So, let me know who to contact and then we can see about those lessons."