Uh. Well, guess you’re coming back to Uncle Godot’s. That ok with Pearl central? Good. [Without an answer or time for protest, Godot slides off his coat and huddles it around the poor girl.] Here, you’re practically a snowman.
I suppose that’s better than sleeping on the streets. I guess I wasn’t really thinking when I ran away I just….
[She sniffles and pulls the warm coat closer around her shoulders. She really is feeling quite cold, now that he mentions it.]