“Oh,” Orchid was fairly satisfied by the answer. After a moment of silence, she noticed the other girl staring at her. “Oh! Sorry, I’m Orchid. I’m new and was walking around when I heard you.” She held out a hand awkwardly, “And you are?”
Setting down the mallet, Summer briefly clasped hands. “I’m Summer.” She lifted her eyebrows. “Do you usually follow that kind of sound into places you don’t know?” She recaptured the errant, half-crushed can and positioned it precisely.
With a shrug, Orchid replied, “I dunno. I figured it couldn’t hurt me too bad. I tend to be overly curious, my dad says it’s a problem, but my uncle says it’s genetic.”
One hand on the mallet, Summer gaped at Orchid. After a moment, she found her voice. “That kind of curiosity can get you killed. You’re lucky it’s only me here.” She lifted the mallet and crushed the can, nudging it to the side. “And your dad is okay with that?”