Skye rolled her eyes. She wasn't a little girl anymore, a messed up kid rotting in juvie. True, she was a full on thief now, but that was her decision. As a "grown up."<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah..." she grumbled with a smirk, before nodding her head. "Seriously... Thanks, Martin. I could... She could really use some good company, right now, and I want to be able to help her."<br/><br/>She chuckled.<br/><br/>"You know, I think she'd like you. Big ol' softie..."<br/><br/>She stuck her hands in her pockets.<br/><br/>"So. You need to know anything else about her? ...Who told you she was hanging around, actually? Ugh, was it Dale?"