01.27: Questions - Allora

Allora grimaced and shifted in place, resting her hand upon her left leg. Fingers traced along one of the nastiest of her scars, following the jagged pattern that twisted down at an odd angle to her knee. "No, that's not what I mean," She replied to Jamie and bit down on her bottom lip. "I mean...will there be more people like me..."

She was unsure how to explain what was going on in her head. Were there more people there that had been as socially locked away as her? Was there a chance she was not the only one that had never had real friends before? Did the other students/residents have siblings that ruined their lives?

Those questions and more swam through her mind, but she could not pluck up the courage to ask.

When it seemed like the rest of the ride would be done in silence, Allora finally spoke up. "Jamie," She said, turning her gaze to the young man. "Will there be others that...don't understand the world like I do? I'm...uh...I think the worlds are book smart, but I have no social skills. I mean I can talk, but..."

It was obvious she had no clue how to word this. Her eyes kept flitting away, feet twitching as they hung off the seat. At such a short height, she almost had the appearance of a child next to him. If not for the maturity that was in her young face, one could easily mistake Allora for a runaway child.