"Me is Weela. Came from street." she was smiling at the boy and girl, but she was just trying to hear them speak, not really that communicative after being hit numerous times and forcefully reclothed into this... She was iching a little. Maybe from the water, but it could be the cloth, or the spray they used on her underarms and between her legs. She was somewhere between 15 and 20 years old, the time spent on the streets making her look and feel older. She was intelligent, even if her schooling was from the buns and the streetwalkers when she was younger.