Oh, this crap again. Kayleigh sighed heavily, a distinct, put-upon teenager kind of sigh, and looked around for someone interesting to talk to. If she had to be here for a couple of hours she wasn't going to talk to anybody boring.

The woman with ribbons in her hair looked interesting-- she had a knife and a gun, anyway, and didn't look like she was going to use either, so there had to be a story there. Kayleigh went over to her, shuffling in her sister's too-big ballet flats.

"Hi," she said. "New to this? I'm Kayleigh."