"Not very high" Cleo admitted, "15. I've been working on some skills and such, and I need people to help me on some floors" She said, "What place?" She asked, shifting to look at him. She sniffed, and refused to cry anymore. She pulled her hair back as she waited for him to answer, out of her face. No sense in being shy now, she had after all just cried on his shoulder. 

She licked her lips again, not aware she was even doing it.