[b]"Hmm..."[/b] She hummed, listening to his words as she looked around. He had a point... [b]"Yeah. This house seems to have been through so much, maybe I'm just feeling that..."[/b] She told herself, trailing off. 

She spun around at his next question, a bright smile on her face. [b]"I don't mind at all! Just... make it a good one."[/b] She told him, giggling and sending him a big grin. 

[i]Why don't I remember my name? Don't I have one?[/i] 

She sighed, pushing the thought away. Right now, all she needed was him, Booker. His name for her would be enough. She didn't even question why he was the only person or thing she really knew about. She felt akin to a small child, though she seemed to know a few things about the world. Like how to use a cell phone and how to drive a car. She also knew how old she was. The realization washed over her and she lit up, looking over at Booker.

[b]"I know how old I am! I'm nineteen!"[/b] She shouted, excited that she knew something. She looked up at him, smiling, happy for herself.