Scornful eyes swept over the group.  Who cared if he was a ‘child’?  He was a source of information that they were needlessly coddling.  All he needed to do was spit out all the information he had and then they wouldn’t be crowding him.  But no, instead everyone had to treat him as if he was<span style="font-style: italic">special</span>because he hadn’t been living as long.  Age meant nothing, at most it meant ignorance, as evident by the fact he was sticking his tongue out at her.  This is why she couldn’t stand kids.  All she wanted to do was rip the damn thing out, but then he couldn’t speak.  Conundrums.  He’d heal, right?  She was pretty sure he’d heal, eventually.  But did she want to wait that long just to get her answers?<br/><br/>The blue haired woman looked up from her musing when the weight of countless stares fell upon her.  They weren’t discomforting per se, but she did seem attuned to other people’s interest in her.  What? Oh, names?<br/><br/><span style="color: royalblue">“Brad.”</span>She spat out the first word that came to mind.  She had no idea what her name was but that was none of their business.  All she needed from them was the exit and she’d be back on her merry way to… wherever she’d come from before, somewhere without such sentimental freaks, she hoped.  She had the distinct feeling that this ridiculous name exchange wasn’t normal where she came from, at least she didn’t remember partaking in such a pointless exercise.  (Or perhaps she had and she’d conveniently forgotten because it was so pointless?)<br/><br/>With a sigh, she rubbed one temple in a vain attempt to stave off her incoming headache, eyes glancing at the town in the distance.  Would it be better to start off there first or wait for the brat and this group?