Ask her who she is...
From Create Your Own Story
With the window and doors locked again, and your new friend now rifling through your cabinets, you start to wonder exactly who she is.
"Who are you?" you ask. "I think I've seen you around here."
"Yeah, I lived on the bottom floor. In apartment six. With my stepdad, my mom, and a kid brother. Name's Karen."
"Why are you up here, then?" You ask.
"Because I need supplies." She said, shooting you a look like your a dumb-ass for asking.
