Awilda
Frankie was standing on the curb next to a certain cross-street, knuckles turning white from holding onto the steel pole of the sign from excitement, fear, who knows? She had a simple duffel bag slung across her bag, and, well, she looked ridiculously small next to the sign. Waving at every car that went past her like a weirdo, she fumbled with her newly given smartphone, still getting used to the lack of buttons and simplicity.
James
Someone was oblivious, and stupid, and *New in town,* And Mél seemed to have been the first to notice. Finally, someone else with only half a brain! Of course, since this person seemed lost and had only managed to send a blurry photo of a nearby street, Mél figured it would probably be a good idea to actually go say hello in person.

So she did.

It took three minutes or so, but she made her way out there, running only *Some* Of the way and slowing to a light jog as the intersection entered view. Sure enough, someone was standing there, fumbling with something and looking lost. That would be the new kid. Mél waved excitedly as she got close enough to really see.

"Heeeeeeeey! Hey! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!"

Certainly there was no shortage of enthusiasm.
Awilda
The enthusiastic shout made Frankie perk up, and she waved both arms like a wacky inflatable tube man as a greeting when she noticed the other girl quickly approaching. 

"H-haaaaa*Aaa*..." Air got stuck in her throat, and she flushed with color, suddenly feeling like, maybe, could she just board onto a plane again and never leave her room? Like, ever?

But it was too late for that sort of thoughts. As Mél would come closer, Frankie's bottom lip was slightly bleeding from nervous chewing, but she seemed to be happy to find someone to take her someplace. And possibly not be a murderer or kidnapper.
James
Mél was hardly a kidnapper - and only ever *Dabbled* In murder, though you wouldn't guess it by looks. With her flowy blond hair, ironic Garfield t-shirt and denim skirt, she didn't exactly *Look* Intimidating or threatening in any way. Unless social interaction was considered threatening, in which case she would be an apex predator.

"You're the new kid, right? It's really weird that they let you walk around out here, they dropped me off at the door - should I carry your stuff? I can totally carry your stuff!" Mél talked at the speed of a hurricane, blazing through the streets and leaving only Frankie behind. Apparently the fact that her new friend was utterly petrified had escaped her notice.

"Oh, right! I forgot to ask! What's your name?"