"Teenagers need food like plants need sunlight. Come on, let's get you something, and then we can look for some clothes for you." Joyce gestured toward the food court as she tried to think about how to broach her questions.

"You seem to like this is all very new to you, can I ask where you're from?" Maybe she was Amish or Mennonite or something, they dressed old-fashioned and didn't go to the mall right? They always seemed stuck in the past.

No, they dressed in all black and something about not using buttons or zippers or something, she couldn't really remember. What she could catch in her mind didn't seem to match this girl at all. Maybe there was something else she didn't know about.

"You can call me Joyce, it's fine." She had already more or less assigned herself to look after the girl at least until she found her feet.