Another car screeches its tires and a boy about 19 steps out, offering her a hand up. "Here, I don't think you should be sitting in the road like this. Why don't you come along with me down the road and tell me what's wrong, okay?" Sora took his hand and rose to her feet, walking over to his car and getting in. She directed him to the house and got out, opening her camero's doors. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a fragile thing...Aren't you disgusted with my fur??" She asked, looking at him curiously. "No, I'm not. I think it's cute." He smiled.