Escape from Alcatraz

Malia heard voices, or a voice, and started to panic about her foul mood. I can't let no one see me in a bad mood, they might think I'm a sour pus and that is just a bad thing to be considered. Oh my dear lord what will happen to me if I am a sour apple? She stopped and took a deep breathe become responding with a shaky voice. She had finished her rabbit by the time she answered. "'Ello thar. I'm Malia, Malia Lagi." She said with her old and cheerful self-back in control. Now she would have to wait out all the snow in a cave with someone she didn?t know yet. That was actually the definition of a good time to her.

She gave a friendly smile to the man who had just entered the cave to take shelter from the wind. "Trying to get out of the wicked storm, ?eh? Storms and caves are a few of the things that can get me in a pretty bad mood. But hanging out with others just... picks me up again." She said with a smile as she waited for him to respond to anything and everything she had just said. She hoped that the man wasn't violent or nothin. But she figured, if he had said hello, he wasn't going to attack her. He probably would have attacked her and not said hello if he intended on hurtin her.