Roxy grinned at the girl who offered her what was left of a bottle of Pepsi. Still holding the knife in one hand she waved away the girl away. Roxy studied the other teens gathered round. She knew there were others that she couldn't see. But she was used to being watched by eyes she couldn't see. It used to bother Roxy, but now those hidden eyes gave her comfort. "Thank you little one. I appreciate the gesture. I am willing to accept a little respect. You may call me Roxy. If you would like to come with me I will show you where I have been staying. That was goes for anyone who is interested in coming along. It isn't much but the police haven't bothered me in the 6 months I've been there."