Aesha smiled at him. Letting him go when he quickly pulled away. Sitting up and looked at her. â€œNice to meet you Mickey. I like your accent.â€ She said softly. â€œIt is really nice.â€ She looked back at the window. Chester? He had looked scary. Tilting her head a bit then straightened it up. She blushed when he reminded her he had been on top of her. She looked down shyly. â€œIts okay Mickey. It wasnâ€™t like you meant to fall on top of me. Accidents happen.â€ She looked back to the window. â€œI can understand being afraid of something.â€ She said softly. Looking back at him with a warm smile. â€œYou donâ€™t need to be hard on yourself. Its really okay.â€ She said with a warm voice. She looked at him with a warm expression. â€œYep. Iâ€™m new here. My foster mother took me in a few weeks ago. I was in the hopsital.â€ She said softly. â€œI donâ€™t think I hit my head. I really donâ€™t know what happened. They said they found me floating on a wooden raft in the middle of a thunderstorm. Down the big river on the edge of town.â€ She shrugged a bit. â€œIts okay. They told me my name is Aesha. They donâ€™t know anything about me.â€ She opened her palms and looked at the markings much like eyes on her palms. â€œThey donâ€™t even know why I have these markings.â€ She looked up at the ceiling. â€œIn fact they donâ€™t even know how old I am. They think Iâ€™m fifteen or sixteen. They arenâ€™t entirely sure. They said there isnâ€™t any missing persons with a girl fitting my descripton.â€ She looked at him. â€œCan we be friends Mickey? Its okay to say no.â€