Her dark eyebrows furrowed further. Jeanne glanced to her right, and then her left and finally shrugged her small shoulders.
"Sure," so she sat on the stair way and drew her knees up so she could hold them tight to her chest. It was always easier to talk to girls, rather than boys when she was in Jeanne mode like this. But it was more than that... as something still seemed very odd about the girl.
"I'm Jeanne-Marie," she said after a moment, glancing up to Mya.