[h3][colour=orange][center] Kieren [/center][/colour][/h3]

As if by thinking of her, he had summoned her up, the girl that Kieren had assumed an escapee sat down next to him. He shuffled a little in his seat to make room for her and frowned; he hadn't really wanted to give up the free space next to him. He pulled his bag across to the other side of him, knowing full well that there were thieves and not willing to risk that the girl sitting next to him was one of them. Not that he had anything that looked interesting or important in there.

He looked up at ([@ineffable]) the girl and glanced over her. She was very pretty and had an innocent-looking face. He imagined she could have run rings around the police with a face and lips like that. She raised an eyebrow at him and instantly his fondness was gone. He'd had that same look from his mother for years. He replied to her bluntly, "attempted murder. My old man claimed I'm unstable so they sent me to this shit-hole instead. Suppose you're here like most of them - face like that you'd make a good con-artist."