The girl looked at the woman who'd just come in, and couldn't quite tell if she was stunned, embarrassed, or angry, but at this point, there was nothing to lose by trying one last time.  She spoke quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly,  trying to get the story out before the man holding her.  "Remember when you asked me, well, my brother, actually, to help out with the the stable a while back?  Well, that's what I was doing, but he didn't believe me."  She did her best to keep her tone neutral, not like some scared, defensive kid.  She stopped, hoping the woman would be sympathetic and go along with it.  Or if she was really lucky, maybe some boy actually had come by a while back, although the chances of that were next to nil.<br/><br/>--<br/>OOC - I'm totally fine with calling her a girl, teenager, or whatever else.  But just to be clear on her appearance, she's late teens, 18-19, MAYBE 20, but probably not yet.<br/>And I'm still offline, headed to work now, but I won't be at all offended if you guys talk over her.  It's easy to have her go quiet, trying to look nice and polite at this point.