Winsley didn't know how long she sat there for - seconds? Minutes? Hours? Highly unlikely, but still -, but when she finally registered that the whispers had died down, she realized it had only been a few minutes.
"Hey there ... Uh ... Do you need some help?"
She jumped, gasping aloud, and fell backwards off of the bench. She landed hard on the stone ground behind her, her legs over the bench, her back across the ground and her hair splayed around her. People stopped and stared, before they scurried away, their faces hidden by them turning them towards the ground.
Slowly, she pushed herself up, rubbing at her bottom as she did so. When she was finally standing, she fixed a slightly-annoyed gaze on the boy that had approached her, who appeared to be only a bit younger then her - and homeless. She could see that he was due to his appearance; his clothes, his uncut hair ... And merely the aura he gave off. He seemed to be trying far too hard. It was obviously a con to try and cheat her out of whatever money she had ... If that money was even any good in this new world. There had been nothing in Cole's book about the currency in this world, so she hadn't a clue.
After staring, in what could only be a stupid way, at the boy for several minutes, she finally mustered up the courage to speak, for fear of the new person had been the only reason why she had stared blankly at him.
"Help would be greatly appreciated," she murmured, attempting to speak quietly to shield her accent. She looked down, and then peered up at the boy through her eyelashes. "Can you tell me where I am? I saw a sign that said Kalistos on it, and I was just wondering if that is where I am currently. Also, is there a local police force of some kind here? I must speak with them immediately ..."
She trailed off, her lower lip wobbled, and thick blobs of tears appeared in her eyes. She blinked them back quickly. "My name is Winsley. I don't have much to give you ... But can you help me, per favore?"
((Per favore ~ please))