The girl giggles, eyes still glued to May's breasts.<br/><br/>"Fuck, those sweater bunnies are as big as my head!  I'd offer to hug the girls hello, but I'm not old enough.  Wish I were."<br/><br/>She shakes herself, giggles again, caps her can of spray paint.<br/><br/>"Okay, this is the Old  School.  No school like Old School, but it's a lot safer for you than the High School.  Especially right now.  Pleezedtameetcha, Yoshiro.  I'm Alice.  And this lovely example of very spankable womanhood is...?"<br/><br/>A flash of pink betrays the girl's tongue as it slips over her lips.<br/><br/>"Anyway.  You're through the looking glass, down the rabbit hole, and well on your way down the linear maze.  This is the Mad City, yeah?  All the world's asleep, except for we few, we lucky few, we band of buggered insomniacs.  So.  So, so, so....uhm...something I'm supposed to tell new arrivals.  Gimme a minute."  She tilts her head, finally giving Yoshiro more than a two or three second appraisal.  "Hey, are you here to find someone?"