Gwen's not entirely used to the things this island does to people and waking up this morning in a gangly, teenage body hasn't done much to make her like it any more. She decides the Compound's her best bet; if it's more than one person, they'll congregate. That's what people do when they panic, after all.
The little boy isn't someone she knows but she can't help but stop, wondering what he's writing. Is he someone who's always a little boy or is he someone she's passed on the island in her day to day life and he's just temporarily small?
"Hi," she says softly, deciding to chance it. "What's that? You look very busy."
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Date: 2011-08-06 04:50 am (UTC)The little boy isn't someone she knows but she can't help but stop, wondering what he's writing. Is he someone who's always a little boy or is he someone she's passed on the island in her day to day life and he's just temporarily small?
"Hi," she says softly, deciding to chance it. "What's that? You look very busy."