Shakuntala smiled slightly, closing her folder, setting it on jer lap, holding the edge of it with both hands, "why, Johnny" she said, making her tone somewhat awed, "I would have taken you for someone who would merely blow people off. And yet, you chuckled at my little brotner, and seem to care if I am lonely, or afraid by myself"

She brushed pack a strand of her, reminding nerself to see about getting it cut. It was really quite sweet, the tough guy had a soft side

"Thank you" she said. How long had it been since she had had anyone worry about her? Four years, since her mother died. "But really, I should be okay"