"Close, Ma'am. I'm fifteen now but don't worry yourself, most people suspect me of being older. I guess It's my height." Clarissa said, smiling slightly. this woman wasn't actually too bad. "Ah, well, I miss them sometimes. But I left because of them, in a way. When my mama and papa split up I caught a ferry over here and took up work as a paper girl. A bowl of hot soup a night, and I'm happy." she continued, fully smiling now. "If you don't mind me asking, Ma'am, what might your name be?"