>"I like your freckles...and you looked sad. I wanted to cheer you up!"
>Tiredly ramble away. >Be polite! Don't let them know what you know!
We bombard the poor woman with a plethora of sleep deprived ramblings and questions “ My name’s Bonnie! We like your freckles! Do you like Ra-uh mats! We like your teeth! Why are you sad! Are you sick?!...is the couch soft…?” are just a few of the dozen questions we spew at the woman before giving her a moment to respond.
“Uhmh thank you..?” (what's with… this kid? why is she saying we?! Is she...OH! She’s probably “special...”) “My name is Mildred...and im not sick (though i think i have a cold) I’m just waiting for my sister she had a slight fever yesterday… so i’m just wai-”
With a sigh of relief, Mildred seems to spot something in the distance (thank god, now i can just leave, and this girl can bother someone else.) “Oh there she is!”