[The woman with the snowy hair and red tattoos glanced at the girl, reaching over to give her shoulder a squeeze. She'd always answered to whatever name people gave her, never really caring for one over the other unless it was derogatory and deserved getting punched for, but for all her coarse behaviour and rough language she'd always looked out for everyone on the bus like they were her own kids.]
Whatever it is, it's botherin' me somethin' fierce. You gonna be okay?
B3
[The woman with the snowy hair and red tattoos glanced at the girl, reaching over to give her shoulder a squeeze. She'd always answered to whatever name people gave her, never really caring for one over the other unless it was derogatory and deserved getting punched for, but for all her coarse behaviour and rough language she'd always looked out for everyone on the bus like they were her own kids.]
Whatever it is, it's botherin' me somethin' fierce. You gonna be okay?