Mia just really likes to draw, okay? She's stuck in this place and stuff is fuzzy in her head and if she's still able to draw - that's just what she's gonna do.

She gives a shrug of her shoulders when he asks. "You can pose if you want," she says, moving around his table and finding the nearest curb to sit herself down on.

She takes her notebook and flips it open before setting it on her lap. The way she does everything - it's fluid-looking enough. But upon closer inspection, anyone could see the girl's permanently right-handed. The left sleeve of her sweatshirt is a bit droopy near the cuff.

"You don't have to, really. Just let me watch you for a bit. Pretend I'm not even here."

With a shy little smile, she snatches the pencil that's been tucked behind her ear.

"Is that okay?"