"You are in Wheeling, West Virginia. The year is 2010. No one knows how to get any of us back home. Some of us have been here for over a month," she added, brows arching up a bit.
She knew it was a lot to take in, and the part of her that once upon a time had been sympathetic was stirring ... but she clamped down on that. Oh, no. Jaime didn't care about people. Especially not lost young teenagers.
"So, they've got a place here with rooms and they feed us but we're on our own for jobs and things like that." She shrugged slightly. "I'm a pretzel girl at the mall," she offered. "Lily's working at a book store. Robin's working at a sporting good store. I imagine they'll find something for you. Or stick you in school in the fall."
Because Jaime had very, very little doubt that they'd still be here, come September.