Firestone Hot Springs “but don’t take the ones that are close to me”

Oh, this boy was sharp.  Rosalyn stopped, but she did not drop her small smile.  She was hardly worried about a single youngster, though she did keep her ears open in case he was not alone.  She turned her good eye towards him and lifted her brow questioningly.

Does it matter?  It was rhetorical, a bit, but she didn't care much about this boy or his feelings.  Not outside of a limited curiosity.  Why are you here, then?  He looked as though he were upset to be here, so Rosalyn wondered what forced him to remain.