[center]Ryder blinked back from a state of daydreaming. Had the girl just addressed him? She sounded irritated, too. Not the best start. [b]"Ryder. I'm Ryder,"[/b] he mumbled, his eyes meeting the girl's. Why did he have the sense of feeling that she would be. . the bossy type of little kid? Maybe it was just him, though. His shoved his hands in his leather jacket and waited for a response, partially expecting a "hmpf!" type of reply.[/center]