Yolanda narrowed her eyes slightly at the man before reaching out and taking the lighter back. She pocketed it and then ran a hand over her slicked hair, scratching her neck briefly. The man didn't seem too threatening, perhaps just another homeless teenager that she had seen walking the streets before. But something about him seemed slightly off; [i]ulterior motives[/i] flashed briefly into her mind, quick yet urgent, though she pushed it away.

Yolanda became aware that another question had been asked. She mentally berated herself - she was supposed to be acting casual. She would almost definitely come off as unusual if she sat, blank faced, for a few moments after every question. [i]I am normal[/i].

"Oh, South Africa. Cape Town," She responded. It was the 'getting to know you' game and she could definitely play along. "What's your name?"