<span style="color: #FF0080">As Crazy Eddie becomes closer, the blonde-haired girl can take his aroma in; rotten breath, soiled, and unbathed. She lifts up her lighter and ignites it so that the unkempt man can light his cigarette.  "I know the place, that's all.  Spent a few days in the area once," she says with a small smirk.  "I am in no need for warmth, but thanks for the offer," she replies, nudging him away playfully, but with some force.  She can hold her own in the streets all right; she's called worse places her home before.  One mentally-ill bum is no match for her.  But maybe that conceited mindset has gotten her in quite the pickle once or twice. "You know, it isn't polite to speak to a woman like that, didn't your momma teach you nothing?!  I have half a mind to...." she says and then stops. Clearly, she was directing her bad mood to Crazy Eddie. "Eh, it's not important.." she says.<br/><br/>"So what's your story?  What brings you here?" the blonde asks, changing the subject. <br/><br/> She takes note of the man on the bench once again. Typically, her eyes fix on hundreds of people a day--a glance and onto the next.  <span style="font-style: italic">He's.....different</span>. Before she knew it, she realizes she's been staring too long.  Her attention goes back to the homeless man and his conversation.</span>