Broken Boulder and a black car that matches your blackest soul

Liri finds the terse, almost stern, conversation they're in stifling. She has detested small talk since Rosings. 

Everyone there was so nice. So kind, polite, like little songbirds. So nice until you needed them. And then they flew away. 

"Liri. Liri Blackfoot. Come on," she introduces herself hurriedly, gesturing for him to follow as she began to limp away. It was slow going but fast for her. 

"Sorry. I'm not big on chit chat, so we're gonna find something to do," Liri smiles at him sweetly. She hasn't asked if Brennan actually wants to be her friend, but he's capable of making decisions for himself. 

If he wants to stay behind, she'll explore by herself. But the girl needs friends and secretly hopes that she can make one.