Carra frowns faintly. “You weren’t always on the streets or..? You weren’t always.. with someone?” Her voice gets quieter, and she looks away to hide the emotion growing on her face. 

Zenith smiles back, her eyes bright. “Tell me [i]everything[/i]. Wait, do we have time?” She looks at her watch. “If your okay with a late night... never mind, forget about it. We’ll talk about it later,” she smiles at him and stands to take him to the next exhibition.