Awilda
Frankie's curiosity grew steadily, wondering what Mél could do, and if it was similar to her powers. Not wanting to be left behind again, the younger girl did her best jogging pace, a smile of excitement starting on her lips. 

"H-Hey! What even is this place like? I wanna know if I gotta be polite or not to everyone," A teasing tone accompanying her words. 

Frankie wasn't gonna be polite either way, but, well, it was better to ask just toseem polite, right? 

"How long have you been here?"
James
Mél watched the excited little smile on Frankie's lips and knew things were going well. Making an upheaval this big exciting rather than frightening wasn't something she thought she'd accomplish, but it was a nice surprise when she did. 

"The place is, like, super weird. I have no idea what it's supposed to be. It's sorta like a boarding school and a prison and also summer camp or something? I don't even know, but, like. It's chill! Everyone's really nice and stuff! Or not, but-"

Mél realized she was rambling, and quickly shut up. She had been keeping more thoughts about Newton's Cradle under lock and key than she knew.

She did a short bit of mental math in her head as they ran. The gears in her brain practically creaked. "Like, four months," She chirped, and in that instant, something caught her eye - the distinctive concrete monstrosity that was Newton's Cradle. She pointed. "Look, the big ugly concrete thing there, that's it! It's nicer on the inside, I promise!"
Awilda
The girl playfully pouted and nodded along as Mél talked, and actually groaned at her first impression of her new home. "This looks worse than my middle school! Talk about taking the prison thing too seriously. Or... Were you being serious about that part?" 

Stopping in her tracks, she looked up at the tall structure that posed in front of them. "Yucko," And gave her first impression of the actual building and facility a 0/10. Giving a pronounced thumbs down sign and a raspberry to accompany it. "I bet you say that to everyone to make sure they don't run away before they even get inside!"
James
"Well, um... I think technically it's a prison?" Mél slowed down and scratched her head a little. "It doesn't really feel like a prison. They let you go out and do whatever. There isn't even a curfew or anything. But they also, like, arrested me and sent me here, so... Dunno."

*Okay,* She thought to herself, in what might have been the first coherent thought in a while, *Stop. No more scaring the new kid.* She checked her phone. They wanted to make sure Frankie was doing okay.

She looked at Frankie, then at the phone. Yeah, Frankie was fine.

She laughed. "Yeah, bet! Most people get dropped off at the door, so, like, not my problem anyway. I just came out 'cause I wanted to say hi." 

Before they knew it, they were at the gate. "C'mon, you wanna go in and see your room? I bet you're tired."
Awilda
Frankie was staring at Mél with eyes the size of saucers, and perked up at the mention of her being arrested. "They technically arrested me too, er.. Because of my power I guess? It scared a lot of people."

Looking around, a sly look creeped onto the girl's face, and she clapped her hands together in delight. "If we're almost in, can I show you Gravy and Corn? Oh man, I just realized I didn't tell you about them this entire walk!" 

Room. Oh right! Privacy. "But doing it inside might be better," She added. "Corn is a spectacle to behold. Gravy is just Gravy though!" A toothy grin.
James
"Oh, huh. Wonder why you didn't get dropped off at the door, then. Weird!"

Mél shrugged it off and opened the gate. She had a million cooler things to worry about, like showing her new friend all the cool things and places there were to see at Newton's Cradle. Maybe even introduce her to some of the cool *People* Too.

"Gravy and Corn? We're in the courtyard now, c'mon, you can tell, or show, or- I'm sure it's gonna be fine, they let us use our powers in here." As if to show off - because she was showing off - she pulled a spoon out from behind her back and let Frankie watch as it grew to a comical size. "Only a spoonful," She joked, then shoved it behind her back again. "C'mon, I wanna see! What's Gravy and Corn?"

Mél could tell that they were gonna be friends.