"No response. Bloody typical" Liesel growled at the mysterious man and his talking skull. "I'm going. Good luck finding someone to take care of that skull for you."
Disheartened and deflated, Liesel walked away from the man, cursing bitterly. Everyone who wanted something always seemed incapable of paying for it. People kept asking her to solve problems and do things, but they never afforded her any respect, and they never kept their promises. In time, she had learned never to trust someone unless she was paid up front.
She was just kind of wandering, not really paying attention to her surroundings - she was too caught up in thought to care about such trivial matters like direction. She didn't have a 'home', so to speak, but rather little hidey-holes hidden all over town. If she was to put it together, she might have enough for some basic long-term accommodation, but, let's face it, she wasn't going to have anyone put her up for the night.
Sighing, she sat down at the corner of the street she was in, put her head in her hands and knees to her chin and did the one thing she could - had a good, long, quiet cry.