Setting
Her left hand refined out of indistinct fluff to offer one of her dented treasures to the man, "Are you hungry, mister man? You can have one. I can get more."
She leaned in whispering with a finger of her right to her lips, "I was hungry when I got to the hospital. Don't tell the dark man!"
Small fingers poked at her skirt, "My old ones dinna work anyways. I dun wanna make him angry!"
The scuffed pearls looked down at her tattered skirt, "Where do you live, mister man? I went home but after all the shaking the slums are gone now. Everything is flat squares now. I guess I live under the hospital with the dark men now."