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Half a dozen alarm bells went off in Violetta's head as the other girl chose that moment on the rooftops to start a conversation. It would've been so much easier to use the streets, where the wind didn't get in your ears and make you miss half the conversation. Why had she decided to talk then? Was this a trap? There was no real way out of it, she realized, without talking about herself. And she wanted to avoid that at all costs, but the alternative was offending a teenage girl whose petty doubts and worries were amplified with alien science from the far future. Whatever happened wouldn't be solved with a heart-to-heart on the opposite sides of a bathroom stall, not here. But between the devil and the deep blue sea, the only real option she had was to be as vague as possible. She stepped on an old brick chimmeny, on the face of it to gather her thoughts, and pushed away again.

"My parents died when I was pretty young, around when I contracted." That seemed vague enough. No reason to tell her the whole truth, after all. "And they always said I had relatives in Germany. After that, I just kinda tried to find myself, y'know?" With any luck, she didn't. "And then I got something useful where I can be ignored 'till I fall into despair."

She paused, circling an old antenna dish, and went on.

"What about you, mystery girl? You haven't even told me who you are. The authority might even have a file on you."