Ziggy plants her hands on her hips and looks mildly miffed. (If not a little intimidated, because oh shit, she absolutely wasn't anticipating to run into someone just yet, even if she absolutely should have anticipated this.)

"I'm 16 — totally not a kid." ... But okay, she's a kid to him. "I wanted to see what was going on down here; when you're some homeless nobody that people don't give a shit about, you start getting creative with how you involve yourself in 'grown-up' things so you can scope out a better living than eating out of the trash."

She does air quotes around 'grown-up' as she says it.

"Who're you supposed to be?"