"I'm Nausicaa Uzun. Just moved here today, actually... But it's really nice to meet you, Kaylee."

"Nausicaa, that's pretty.  Nice to meet you too."

"Thanks!" She hums, searching for a topic to distract Kaylee with. "Oh, hey, do you go to Sunnydale High? I'm starting there tomorrow."

"I do," she says distantly.  (She's not shaking any more, but she's still very - subdued.)

Companionable shoulder-bump. "We can head home together after school for a bit, if you'd like? I always get the jitters when shit goes down myself..."

"That'd... be really nice.  Thanks."

"No problem. Maybe you can show me around a bit, help me keep from getting lost..."

"Sure thing.  Least I could do."

"I mean, you don't have to?" Nausicaa says, shrugging. "Still, wouldn't mind getting to know someone..." She laughs a bit awkwardly.

"No, I'd be happy to.  You seem really nice."

"Thanks."

She'll let the conversation lapse a bit while she casts about for a new topic. She's - not sure, Kaylee seems to be doing good with avoiding it, but maybe she wants to talk about it, but Nausicaa's a total stranger...?

Kaylee's quiet, for a few moments.

"He tried to bite me."

...What the hell, maybe she should've punched him in the balls and - okay involving cops in that's bad, maybe kicked him a bunch of times. Unclear from context if this's a 'sex pervert' thing or like that 'monsters in the night' thing she's heard rumors of in homeless communities though...

Still, kicking probably wouldn't have been uncalled for.

She makes a face. "I'm punching him a lot harder if I see him again, that's for sure."

"I haven't lived in Sunnydale long but - you hear about, in this town - I don't even know what - "

" - I think he might have killed me."

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

She'll have to research crimes in this town. Doesn't hurt to know what's going on.

She looks a bit shocked.  " - We just met, you don't have to..."

"I don't have to. I will, though. People should be protected."

"Wow, you're - really really great, Nausicaa."

"Thanks. More people should - you know. Help people. Though." She laughs a bit awkwardly.

"Well.  You do, and that's pretty great.  Maybe if you keep it up you'll set a better example."

"I'd hope so."

Grin.

She'll keep up some light, distracting chatter as they walk back to Kaylee's house.

When they get there, she'll see Kaylee to the door, then hover awkwardly, unsure about what's polite here.

There's a few moments of explanations and embraces where Nausicaa seems forgotten.  But while Kaylee's hugging her dad, her mother addresses Nausicaa warmly:

"Well, thank you very much for rescuing our daughter.  I assume you'll need a ride home?"