There is a strange woman sitting at one of the tables at the soup kitchen, writing at a desk. Both the non-volunteer adult and the expensive electronic device are very out of place.
The other girl looks much less malnourished than a starving street urchin but not none. That combined with the wary way she assesses everything around her, not with skill but with a lurking paranoia, suggests that she might have more experience with survival as an immediate priority than most of the kids on the shuttle.
She would be so glad he thought so, if she knew, and weren't avoiding attention like poison ivy.
Like the second-shortest kid on the shuttle? The not-malnourished girl is paying attention to him now. "Hi, I'm Lacey, what's your name?"
"How do you know? Have you been to space before? For that matter have you been to Canada?"
"I guess. The idea of space is cooler than the idea of Canada, I mean, I can't make an objective comparison, I haven't been to all of Canada."
She considers this. "To live in, maybe. I bet if you live somewhere on Earth that isn't Canada it'd be more fun to visit space than Canada."
"No, but most of space is empty and boring, and most of Canada at least has, like, geographic features," he explains. "So maybe going to space is cool, but then you can't really do much there except be in space. Between being in a random part of space and being in a random part of Canada I'd pick Canada."
"No, we're going to Battle School, but I think Battle School is mostly cool for reasons besides being in space."