Well, it was a question. Hopefully she was starting to open up to him. As he picked up his pace to keep up with her, he realized that he would need to ask questions of his own. She would probably freak out if he already knew all of her favorite things. It was obvious that she had absolutely no friends. Well, he had a few orders to give the Snakes when he returned tonight.<br/><br/>"I have been lifting weights for the last couple of years," he told  her. It was the truth, just not all of it. If he mentioned that he had been lifting weights at the juvie center then she would probably ask about her brother. Telling her that he was walking next to her was not how he wanted things to go. He wondered if she even knew what day he had been released. Somehow, he doubted his father knew or even cared. The scrawny, goth kid that had entered the system would never have had the balls to get revenge on his father. Well, he planned to prove his father wrong.<br/><br/>Hundreds of questions raced through his mind. Several of them would reveal that he knew way more about her than anyone should. Others would probably freak her out. Suddenly, he knew the perfect question to ask.<br/><br/>"What would you like to tell me about yourself?"