"Yeah, I guess it is quieter," Daw smiled," I'm Jackdaw. Most people just call me Daw, it's nice to meet you." Daw finished, looking at the girl, hoping she wouldn't try to look at her notebook.

[indent][i]Why do they want to read this?  Why? Have I no privacy. And what is with my wounds. There aren't any bruisers or scratches. Only burns and slashed. Plus the stab wound on my thigh. [/i][/indent]

Daw closed her notebook, sweetly smiling at the girl. Hoping that she wouldn't dare to read the red book that Daw held so near.