She looked at Jenny.  It was the first time in a long time that someone has comforted her like that.  A hand of condolence.  She felt moisture at her eyes.  Blinking she kept herself from crying.  She hadn't cried since leaving London.  She couldn't start now, it would not help her keep her secret.

"I've had to do things to survive and stay safe.  Things I am not proud of and things I hope to make right soon."  She gave a brief smile.  "Maybe here."  She had a hopeful tone.  "I miss having a family.  Maybe one day I'll show you the picture I kept with me of the three of us when I was a tiny baby.  I took it and a very few things of my parents to remember them but couldn't take much as I knew I would be traveling."  She explained.