That she would make sure didn't happen.  She lived on her own this far without getting sent to the orphanage and avoiding jail.  "I need to get my things."  She headed back upstairs and started stuffing her important things into her backpack.  Her two personal blankets were still tied into the bottom of it.  She had been using the bedding that had been left in the house.  The place had been empty for a long time, she had often wondered who it belonged to and why they had left all their stuff there.  Maybe on a trip and something happened before they could come back and they died or something.  She had imagined all kinds of possible scenarios.

She quickly got her gear and put on her thick jacket.  Putting the backpack on her back, she made sure the fire was out.  She didn't want the nice house to burn down or something.  She had been careful to take care of their things and only sold a few things when the winter had gotten cold and she needed more warm clothing and food.

She went to the front stairs to see if the man was still at the door.  She had made sure to make a note of all the ways out of the house when she first arrived.  She was already thinking which one would keep her the farthest away from him.