Barrow Fields you're gonna keep my soul, it was yours to have long ago.

ingram was exasperated - he had no skills to reconcile the petulant youth's shift in disposition -- and quite truthfully, he was simply baffled.

he looked about them as if some idea hung on the trees that surrounded them, ready to be grasped and thought. as if he could pull from his surroundings the right thing to say to subdue her.

"okay....well, i'll start." he bowled over her question in favor of trying to passively steer her back to the bigger problem at hand - she was at the moment alone, and ingram could -- would -- never live down letting some stranger get raped simply because her attitude seemed dispossessing. "i'm ingram. i don't want to meet your sister.. i just.. don't want something to happen to you? do you have someone else?"