"I told you, the map's for my sister who's decided memorizng an entire **** map is a great idea. And at this point, I'm happy to wahtever it **** takes to keep her from messing with my brain."

She rolls her eyes. "You know every house has an electronic map installed, right?"

"Yeah...we don't exactly have a house...We're sort of living on the streets." Nicote chuckled awkwardly.

"The only people living on the streets are fugitives and homeless... and you look too well dressed to be homeless, plus you don't see many homeless people around here," she says, sounding curious rather than suspicious.

(Bet you can't guess who her brother is)

"We only just moved onto the **** streets recently. " Nicote shrugged. "Plus I haven't really grown in a year or two. It's hard to make your **** clothes look like **** trash when half the time you just walk around and try not to draw attention."

"You're lying," she says with absolute certainty, almost like she can sense it.

(Last name's on the first page)

"Nope, telling the **** pure truth." And it was-they were homeless.

"Not really. Something's off." She watches you like a bird of prey, head tipped to one side.
(Hint hint hints)

He just waits. And wonders internally how he got into this in the first place. He glances outside to check on Nani, who he relaly hopes isn't doign soething stupid.

She makes a face at you like hurry up.
Jocelyn drums her fingers on the countertop. "I mean, I can't tell with absolite certainty, but you're hiding something. If it has something to do with the law, I can prove I won't tell."