"I think you oughtta go home now." She says.
"Home?" You feel very sad at that, and run up and hug her. "Wif
you?"
She looks like she wants to say no, but can't make out the
words. Apparently you've made one of those faces that little kids
make. "Don't you make that face at me young lady"
"Pweese?"
"Alright, but you're gonna need a new name. How about Selene?
I'm gonna make a proper young lady out of you."