"Wish I did." It's a hard huff, exhaled through her teeth before she turns to face him. Los Muertos might not be the most inviting gang known to mankind, but they were good to her— and she was just a kid once, too: she doesn't have it in her to be cruel outright to anyone that young. "It'd make things one hell of a lot easier."

She purses her lips, glances around one last time.

"Guessing your parents aren't here, either, if this isn't where you're from."