“Wipe those tears. Why would you need my permission?” Bridget inquired, eyeing the girl curiously. The look she gave was similar to a look she might give if the girl had asked her if she could run off and use the bathroom. “I am one person, sweetie, who am I to tell you what you can and cannot do.” She paused a moment, tilting her head to the side in thought. Her lips pursed and her brow furrowed a little. Why would she ask her such a thing? It wasn’t like she was the girl’s mother.<br/><br/>“You don’t know how to take a joke, do you?” She went on, keeping a playful smirk on her expression and moving a hand to brush her hair out of her face. “My… If that’s the case, it’s a pity. I’m guessing you haven’t had much humor in your life.” The girl did seem like a serious one that was for sure. It almost made her sad; the smirk faded, replaced with a mock frown. She was someone who loved a good joke, who loved to play around every now and then. Why should she be so serious all the time, especially during times like these?<br/><br/>Bridget sighed and folded her arms over her chest, her face becoming a bit more serious. That couldn’t be the only reason the girl had approached her.<br/><br/>“Jokes aside, I get the feeling you and I didn’t meet again by coincidence. You were waiting for me, weren’t you?” She came off more interrogating than intended. Quickly, Bridget glanced over her shoulder. The people of the streets didn’t seem to be paying them any mind. Everyone had their own affairs to attend to, at least most of the time, but that didn’t stop people from being nosey. She didn’t like nosey people very much.<br/><br/>Turning back to the girl, she added, “Well?”