Her time spent with the nice man who had promised to help her, if she helped him, had ended abruptly. He had simply run off too fast for her to keep up with him! With a sniffle she had wandered around for the better part of an hour, too afraid to ask another stranger for help, until a kindly looking cop had approached her.

...and now she was here.

Sitting with her legs swinging under her, changed into clothing that was proper for a girl her age, sucking on a lollipop that someone had given her. It was green apple, yum! The young Greek has more or less ignored the rest of the kids, not really knowing how she was supposed to interact with them, until one made the first move. A boy happened over, shot her the silliest grin, and inquired as to if she made regular trips to the police station.

...She had to admit, it confused her a great deal. Why would someone, who didn't work here, want to stop by on a regular basis? ...She supposed that maybe people dropped in to chat, or check up on a loved one, but that hardly seemed like the type of thing a girl her age would do... Maybe he thought she had family here? She blinked, realized she was staring slightly, and corrected herself.

"...I..um.. no, I do not come here often at all... This is the first time I have ever been in a police station." Her accent, though thick, was at least understandable now. After explaining her story in a mouthful of sentences to the man who had picked her up, she was feeling more and more relaxed with her English as time ticked by. She attempted a timid smile back, flushing slightly from the awkwardness of the situation. How was one supposed to talk to a boy when a parent figure wasn't present?

"...Are...are you like them?" She questioned, pointing her finger at the other children in the room. "... I have been told that they are, um... what is the word... different? Are supposed to be older?" She eyed him from behind her over-sized glasses, and fiddled with her candy. She had been provided smaller gloves to wear, after it was discovered that she shouldn't touch things with her bare hands. Like the snakes, it was a newly discovered problem. Orange eyes darted around for a second, as shifty as shifty could get, before she leaned toward him a little and blocked her mouth from view with a hand.

"They told me I am supposed to be adult.. I think they are confused." She whispered, in a hushed, childish manner. Though she didn't know what the case of the other kids was, she was almost 100% certain that she did not belong in it. Clearly, she was simply lost... very, very far from home. Somehow.

Her reaction was adorable.

>>"...I..um.. no, I do not come here often at all... This is the first time I have ever been in a police station."

"Well. That's good." He chuckled.

What was that accent? It wasn't American. Wasn't British or Irish. It reminded him of something, but... he let it go.

Are you like them, she asked.

Were those snakes? Was that a lollipop? Gloves? Shades? Interesting, interesting. He noticed each thing in turn, especially the lollipop. Then he wanted a lollipop. But he supposed he should answer her question first, before contemplating on stealing candy from babes. Or asking nicely if they had some more. He nodded.

"Yeah. I guess." He glanced at the other guys and wondered what everyone else was on an average day.

His eyes went back to her just in time to catch her lean forward, covering her mouth. She whispered something to him and he smirked. "That," He said. "Was exactly my reaction when they told me. But Buttercup seems trustworthy. And this world is a little different than when I was a kid... which is now." He blushed. "Have you noticed the cars? They're weird. And..." Well. He supposed he could show off a bit. "Want to see something neat?"

Buttercup? Andrea tilted her head. Who was Buttercup? ...Wasn't that some type of flower? A suspicious frown settled on her lips, as she was starting to think that maybe everyone was crazy in America.

...Then again, she had woken up standing in the middle of a market, surrounded by adults, in very large clothes... and there was a black hole where her memories should have been. How had she even gotten to the states? She had tried to think back, wondering if someone has snagged her from the back yard or something, but she honestly couldn't even remember what it was she been doing before that mean boy had hurt her.

After a few moments of quiet contemplation, listening and nodding her head like a good girl, she came to the conclusion that she should trust whoever this Buttercup person was. "Cars..? " She started to question, before realizing that he had asked her a question. Also, why was he blushing? Had something embarrassing been said? Oh no! Had she missed something and inadvertently upset him with her ignorance?!

The Greek blushed right back at the boy, and nodded her head enthusiastically. "Of course I would like to!" What child her age would turn down a mysterious offer like that? Maybe it was candy! With that thought, she popped her lolli back into her mouth, and tried her best not to wiggle impatiently in her seat.

And now, suddenly, she was blushing brown. Which made him blush more.

>>"Of course I would like to!" She said.

Oh. Okay. So. He focused for a moment, trying to recall how this worked.

"Alright. Stay still... but... toss up your lollipop."

He shifted his body so he was seated how she was seated, and prepared himself. He waited till she had tossed her lollipop, focused, then poof! They traded chairs. He appeared in her chair, and she appeared where he was sitting. She suddenly smelled like cinnamon buns, a little bit of extra bang for her buck. As the lollipop fell, he caught it by the stick, popping it in his mouth. He grinned.

"Sweet, sweet victory."

Her eyebrows raised, but she followed his directions as best she could. She stilled, back straight and dainty in her chair, then gave her sucked a little toss in the air. (If a little begrudgingly) Maybe it was a magic trick? or... he was going to show her some super cool skill that he had?

A second later, and her lolli was gone. The Greek blinked, glanced down, then up, before she realized it wasn't in sticky pieces on the floor. She also realized that he had suddenly switched sides on her, and... what was that delicious smell? It took her a moment to put it all together. And hey! He had her candy!

"That... was... SOCOOL!" She had only ever seen people use powers like that on TV, or in books. "You are like... superhero!" Her own excitement overrode a touch of grumpiness from him stealing her sucker, and she clasped her hands before her chest and turned on her chair to face him.

"Can you do it again? Maybe..." She turned and eyed the room around her. A few kids were chatting, most looked confused or a little distressed, but one kid in particular stood out. A big fella sitting alone in a corner, with a finger firmly jammed up his nose.

Her own nose wrinkled at the sight, but she grinned and leaned in again, lowering her voice and pointing with a discreet finger. "...Would you switch with him?"

She liked it! He grinned even more, if possible. This power was cool! It wasn't so bad. The lollipop was good, too. Green apple. Sort of like her skin color, actually. Kind of funny.

Could he do it again? With... he followed her eyes around the room, skipping over kid after kid. She settled on a kid in the corner doing something one should not do in public. Would he switch with him?

Ashton arched an eyebrow. "Getting rid of me, eh?" He asked with a wry smile and just a hint of his dad's Irish accent. "Naw. Think I'll stay. Do ye want your candy back?" He held it out to her, twirling it by the stick innocently. "I can share."

Her cheeks darkened at the question, and she didn't get that it was a joke at first.

She blinked, and stumbled to think of something to say to him that would disprove such an accusation!-- but then he continued on. She relaxed a little, wondering if she had managed to insult him with her question, before her eyes landed on her lolli. The invitation was welcome, because at the age she had been shifted to, she still didn't care much about germs.

A shy smile greeted his question, and she reached out to pluck the sucker from his waiting hand. "I like sharing." She stated simply, and popped it into her mouth. After a moment of letting the flavor settle on her tongue, she plucked it back out and offered it back to him.

"I... Um... It is nice to meet you! My name is Andrea... What is yours?"

So. Darn. Cute.

Yeah, they could share.

He took the lollipop back.

"My name's Ashton," He said around the lollipop. He paused, reconsidered, and pulled it out with a pop, extending it back to her. "Ashton," He clarified. "That's my name." There. Now with no added lollipop mufflings and manglings.

"Ashton.." She played with the name for a moment, while giggling at the boys antics. The Greek accepted the candy back, sucking on it while she contemplated her new friend, among other things. She was still frightened by her current situation... the unfamiliar territory, the strange new people. But, as she looked around the inside of the building she now occupied, she realized that she felt... Ok. There was a feeling of safety that accompanied being inside once more, protected by walls on all sides. Even if she was surrounded by strangers, she at least felt a little more grounded.

Being out in the openness of the city had left her feeling dwarfed, like she could float off into the big old sky at any moment... and terrified by the many cars, buses, and people that packed the streets. Andrea turned to glanced questioningly at her new companion and lollipop plunderer. He was the second person she had met here who had been kind and friendly toward her. Everyone else had been so... so busy.

A flush of brown crept onto her cheeks, and the Greek wiggled in uncertainty. Vicente had vanished before she had a chance to even think of asking him the question that had suddenly come to life in her mind, one that had plagued her most of her childhood. "..Um.. Ashton?" Her voice came out as a squeak, until she corrected it forcefully and tried again. "Ashton..? Are we.. friends now?"

She tried not to spear him with a desperate stare, but couldn't manage to hide all of it behind a ruse of being suddenly very interested in her sucker. Which, after a moment, she help back out for him to take.

"Sure, heck. Ye can be my girl friend, if you like." He smiled, Irish accent thickened (unconsciously? Or maybe just for her).

C-yoot. That was all.

The Greek's face lit up with a huge grin, and she wiggled happily. Well, before she found herself sticking on the 'girl' part of what he had said. Girl friend?... But... how... she already was a..

...oh.

Oh

A blush swept over her from collar bone to brow, darker than she had ever blushed before, and she froze on the spot. "G-girl... friend?"

Smile became smirk.

"Well, y'arr a girl, aren'tcha? I don't see anything wrong with it." Being friends. She was blushing a whole lot. A-freaking-dorable. "You want a soda? I was thinking about gettin' a Coke." He jerked a thumb towards somewhere outside the waiting room.

There had to be a soda machine around the place, somewhere. Maybe he'd just have to go exploring. Apparently, Adult-Him worked here. That gave him every right.

Oh... Drat! She'd misunderstood! Andrea wiggled in her seat, and cleared her throat. "Oh...ah... yes, I am a girl.. er... I mean, ye-.. um, no... there is nothing wrong with that." She agreed, feeling the heat raise in her cheeks even further. Was talking with other people always so hard?! If so, she honestly couldn't fathom why people did it all of the time!... And then there was a Soda in question, and she felt herself lean forward in anticipation. "...I...I've never had a soda before..."

Mother would be absolutely mortified if she ever found out! The very thought made the small Greek want to shake her head and politely decline.... and yet... she also found herself outrageously curious and maybe, kind of, sort of... wanting to try it anyway.

After a moment of inner chaos, Andrea glanced from the kid, to the direction he'd pointed... and then she nodded. Rather energetically, too! "Yes, please... I do think I would like one." She slipped from her chair, and waited for him to lead the way.

"First time, huh?" He said, mouth opening momentarily in an O. It closed again as he nodded towards one plausible direction. "Follow me, then."

And off they went. All the way to the nearest cop. "Hey." He said.

The guy turned. He was old. He had brown hair and smile lines and everything! Had to be at least thirty. "Hey," the guy replied. "Need something?" He was busy with paperwork, or something boring.

Ashton bobbed his head. "Looking for a soda machine. Buttercup said you'd hook me up. Not sure if I have any--" He pulled out his pockets as he spoke, turning out lint. "Nope. No dinero."

"Buttercup...?" The man trailed.

"Redhead cop...? Quin... Archer... something?"

"OH!" He nodded. "That one." He eyed him. "You're Kidified Drake, then...?" He asked slowly.

"Mhmmm," He dragged out the mmmms. Bobbed a head towards greeny. "She wants one, too. Cherry."

The guy nodded. "Sure." He said. "Name's Carl, by the way."