The girl shifted in her seat, interested in the stranger. She stood up and slipped past him, pointing to a poster on the wall.
She pointed out six letters in a sequence,
...C...A...S...S...I...E...
Then she pointed towards the sternum of her chest, indicating that this was her name. The young girl smiled, her lips sealed.
She has a Kusari complexion, along with something else, perhaps hispanic. She wore an old torn and battered jumpsuit, a couple of sizes too big for her, stained with patches of engine oil.