[Then she hooks her fingers together, arms around her legs, watching for anyone else she can help. Not many of them seem to have made it here, yet, but the pull that drew her up the hill is quiet, so she assumes they will eventually.]

Harper. [The name is full of fond exasperation. She wasn't joking about him being her best friend.] Kinda short. Blond. Really annoying, but he usually doesn't mean it. It's just kinda how he makes friends.

[Or something like that. There'ss no easy way to explain Harper. He's more of an experience.

She turns her head to face Dixon long enough to give him a bright smile when he asks that.] I'm Trance. I told you.