The 18 year old woman looks at the man. There is more to this person than meets the eye, she has some sort of...aura, that you could feel. Magical. Whether good or bad you couldn't quite tell. She looks at the owner of the establishment. "Hello." She says monotone. "I was looking for somewhere to..." She trails off. "Is loitering allowed in this shop? I'm not planning on getting a tattoo. Not yet anyways." She says.<br/><br/>She HOPED that the woman would allow her to stay. She DREAMED of having a real place to stay. She wasn't exactly accepted in this world. Not anymore. She freaked people out with the things she could do. It was uncanny what she could remember, what she could sense, what she could see. It scared most people off. She wasn't used to interacting with people.<br/><br/><br/>(For some reason when I type it switches between present and past tense, I'm working on that.)<br/>(and yes, there is a reason that HOPE and DREAM is emphasized.)<br/>(Wouldn't you want to emphasize your HOPES and DREAMS?)