[She stares straight ahead, scanning the city scape and clutching her backpack in her arms — all she's got, really, and she'd punch anyone who'd ever try to take it from her. She glances up at him, looks back at the road, and is silent for a considerably long pause. It almost seems like she may not say anything at all. Like maybe her well of trust is so dry, even names are off limits.
But she relents, if only because she wants to eat, and the man has the means to get her food.]
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But she relents, if only because she wants to eat, and the man has the means to get her food.]
Laura.