Christine fidgeted as the people approached. When the lady spoke, her eyes widened. She spoke French, but her accent was anything but. The word German flickered through her mind. When the woman crouched down, Christine leaned away and had to keep herself from taking a step backwards. She didn’t speak, but nodded a reply when Maeve asked her if she was Christine. Not answering would be rude, that didn’t mean she had to reply verbally.<br/><br/>It wasn’t until Maeve mentioned her uncle that Christine showed anything other than discomfort with the conversation and her surroundings. “My uncle visits here?” Her voice was hopeful, latching on to the idea that something familiar might be found. She didn’t comment on fitting in. Christine was used to pretending to fit in, but never really feeling connected to those around her. Christine had heard the words “people here are like you so you will fit in” before. That didn’t mean that they were or that she would. She didn’t know how to feel about the idea of attending another school where she didn’t know anyone or have any friends, but having time to explore and learn her way around sounded promising.