Casper's gut told him to turn around and go home. The girl - he realized he didn't even know her name - she kept asking questions about him and that wasn't something he was used to. For him, the objective was to walk around everyday without catching anyone's eye. If it happened, scare them away. It was like a rule. But now someone was suddenly asking for everything, even about his parents. He exhaled a cloud of smoke before turning to her. He decided to answer the question - sort of. He couldn't understand why he didn't just tell the girl to leave him alone this time like he does with everyone. But he had already started to talk to her, so he might as well continue. She was right too. It might take a while before people notice that a couple of students weren't at home.

"You could say it like that, yeah," he replied calmly, noticing her looking straight at him. It was true, actually, if she meant that they have been ignoring him for his whole seventeen years and still never bothered to meet him. So there was that. Casper couldn't help but watch her carefully. Unlike him, the way she moved says a lot. He wondered what she was thinking about right now. Plenty of stuff, it seems.