[Here he is, looking very much new here and young, with his baby face and unprepossessing stature. The long pink ribbon doesn't hurt, either. Nor does the way he's sitting with his knees pulled to his chest in one of the plush chairs at the front, scrolling away on his City-issued phone. Nothing about him suggests he's any older than a teenager.
He glances up when addressed and pockets the phone, unfolding to sit more properly in the seat.]
no subject
He glances up when addressed and pockets the phone, unfolding to sit more properly in the seat.]
Yeah. I'm Brook.
[A beat.]
You're...?