I'm Rusty Dickinson. Nice to meet you.

Probably not. My father isn't.

Did you just show up today? Didn't they give you your own bracelet?

My father? Probably in Guildford. That's where he usually is.

Really? Weird. Can I come over and see?

It's in England. So, really far off.

It's O.K. Mr. Draper must've taken it off. Are you from Asgard?

[Ow, Dick. Ow.] I dunno. He doesn't like me all that much.

Then they messed up. They ought to have given you a bracelet.

That's the pits. Why not?

Nah. They usually keep the people they bring here.

It's O.K. I don't like my father, either. So what's a whore child?

They wanted us to fight a war, but nobody's been fighting anybody since I got here.

Oh. [That doesn't clear it up at all.] Well, then it's the sinners' problem, not yours.

You're telling me. Usually, I just draw.

Uh-uh. Giants, believe it or not. It's like out of a storybook.

Say, you want to come over? They don't have school here, so no one will rag on you about truancy.

They won't make you fight if you don't want to.

I guess you could practice if you wanted to fight, though.

I've never even seen a giant, but they're supposed to be out there. We're O.K. here.

Here or at home? My room's in the Freyr welcome house. But I'm from England.

[Which is why she sounds like James Cagney crossed with Katharine Hepburn, naturally.]