Lost. It was written in bold, flashing neon letters across her forehead. This girl, this child... was completely lost. There was a time he would have pounced on the chance to exploit this, but that was long ago. Pulling the cigarette from between his lips, he held it loose at his side as he allowed a stream of smoke to dance around his words.<br/><br/>"Aeca... strange name for a strange girl."<br/><br/>He smiled, chuckling under his breath, as he looked her over. She certainly didn't look like she was prepared to go far. Her shoes were not sturdy enough to be walking, she carried no suitcase or pack. She could't have come far.<br/><br/>"You need a lift home, Aeca?" he asked her casually.