[She completely ignores him initially, intent on finding some side street or alley, somewhere out of the open. But it registers that he's following her, and she risks a better look back, pulling up to a sudden stop and turning when she realises he's just a kid.]
Why are you following me?
[It's snapped, accusatory, looking a lot like she's one step away from grabbing his shirt collar and holding him in place until he answers her. An adult would have made sense. Maybe that woman that had been coming towards her. But this guy was just a teenager, scrawny, sharp angles, kind of flaily looking. She looks past him, the way she'd gone and then back to him, expression darkening further, wondering if the crowd she'd been in had all been kids as well, and she just hadn't noticed.]
Is this some screwed up new foster system program?
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Why are you following me?
[It's snapped, accusatory, looking a lot like she's one step away from grabbing his shirt collar and holding him in place until he answers her. An adult would have made sense. Maybe that woman that had been coming towards her. But this guy was just a teenager, scrawny, sharp angles, kind of flaily looking. She looks past him, the way she'd gone and then back to him, expression darkening further, wondering if the crowd she'd been in had all been kids as well, and she just hadn't noticed.]
Is this some screwed up new foster system program?
[Or a kidnap scheme - either seemed likely.]