[ Donna is focused on her drink so she misses his attempt to help her, but when she gets it back in her hand, she glances up and winks at him. This situation is madness, sure, but she's not inclined to let it stop her from being herself. ]
Thank you, thank you, I'll be here for the foreseeable future. You should see me play hacky sack.
[ Until apparently through random happenstance she ends up being sent home, which would be great, but she isn't so desperate she'll be pacing around worrying about it. Instead she's going to chow down on her maybe bug-food. She gives him a quick look; he's young. She's the last person to write off a teenager though. Her friends were fifteen and under when they started fighting crime. ]
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Thank you, thank you, I'll be here for the foreseeable future. You should see me play hacky sack.
[ Until apparently through random happenstance she ends up being sent home, which would be great, but she isn't so desperate she'll be pacing around worrying about it. Instead she's going to chow down on her maybe bug-food. She gives him a quick look; he's young. She's the last person to write off a teenager though. Her friends were fifteen and under when they started fighting crime. ]