It's cold but that's not so bad - she's been outside when it was colder than the cart is. 

Those questions don't seem safe to answer, so she will not.

"Or did you - run away, maybe - I don't think the authorities will send you back to your parents if they weren't taking good care of you."

She doesn't actually remember having parents at all but probably she should avoid people figuring that out?

"Parents weren't taking good care of me. Don't want them."

"- okay! I'm glad you can talk, that makes figuring this out much easier. I'm gonna take you to the front area of the warehouse where there's bathrooms and things, and we can get you cleaned up and call in some nice oranges who'll find you better parents."

Eefa is confused about almost every part of that, but will allow herself to be taken to the bathroom.

The warehouse purple will stick her in the shower, find a short sleeved uniform shirt that will work as a baggy dress on her on a temporary basis, and sets about getting her cleaned up. Focusing particularly on her hair. "Did you dye this yourself?" he asks eventually, on discovering that it does not wash out to reveal a deep purple or anything.

"No."

Eefa is quite confused about this cleaning process - she doesn't mind the rain machine and if these chemicals are they are putting on her are supposed to hurt they aren't working.

"Did your parents do it?" Scrubba scrubba.

Eefa is not sure what the right answer is here, so she will stay quiet.

"- I guess it doesn't matter. What color is it usually?" He gets her a towel; it's fluffy.

That is a confusing question!

"This color?"

"- okay, what caste are you?"

She is not going to answer a question like that before knowing the options. 

Well, has any of her hair conveniently fallen out during this shower such that he can check the root?

A few strands, more if the Amentan tried to untangle her hair.

The roots are black, just like the rest.

.......huh.

So above his pay grade though.

When she's toweled off he'll put her in the clean uniform shirt.

This shirt does not contain her extra cans!

"Want my shirt."

"- your shirt's dirty, kiddo."

"Has my things in it."

The guy goes and looks through the pockets. "- the soup? Uh, kiddo, this isn't yours."

"Okay, it can be yours now."

At least she's full right now.

"It's not mine either, it belongs to the - not the point, if you're hungry I can get you something while we're waiting for the oranges." He's poking his pocket everything now.

She stays quiet. 

Taking away her food and offering her different food is a rather clumsy attempt to drug her. She'll have to be on the lookout for more clever attempts. 

He stacks the cans of soup on a counter and puts her dirty outfit in a plastic bag once he's summoned the oranges. "It looks like they'll be here in about twenty minutes."

She hopes they aren't Wolves.