Arye was oblivious to the fact that her behavior could have been insulting. It was the carelessness of youth, and evidence of the trust she had placed in Pripyat. Pripyat had told her that she was welcome to stay, and she had not taken the invitation lightly. It had taken a few days for her to completely trust his invitation, but the slate colored boy was so earnest that she could not find any reason not to take his word at face value.
This naivete might have cost her with anyone else, but Jefferson did not appear overtly negative. She looked over her shoulder, analyzing the features beneath the abundant scars across Jefferson's face. She was looking for any commonalities. She could see some similarities in their features, but decided not to comment on it. "OK, Jefferson," Arye said, turning back to look at him. "Is there anything else you want me to know, or to do, in order to stay?"
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