It was a lot the suit, if she was being honest. It was a strange color, but he made it look flawless on him. Coupled with how he seemed so much at home with all of this... that didn't help. Maybe some day she would be just as used to it.

How cool would that be? For this to really be her life?

She took a seat at the table he'd led her too, slinging her backpack onto the back of the chair before she got comfortable. Josh took his jacket off now and she wondered if that was because of what she'd said. She had seen that slight flush. Had she embarrassed him? Was he capable of being embarrassed? She grinned as he tried to make her feel more comfortable.

"For real?" She echoed as he explained a little more. "A runaway and now like this..." She sighed a little dreamily.

"I used to kind of dream my life would turn out great," she shrugged. "I'm a runaway, too. Kind of thought I messed my whole life up, though. I dreamed I'd make it famous as an artist or something and my days on the street would be a cool story I told at gallery openings someday, but that was mostly comfort talk. I kind of thought I'd just always be on the streets." Already that was changing. But that didn't guarantee she'd be as successful as Josh.