The purple doesn't comment on this, just does more stuff on his pocket everything when it's clear she has nothing else to say.

Prooobably that isn't a weapon he's poking at, given how it hasn't done anything weapony even when he's poked it a bunch. She keeps an eye on it, just in case.

It continues not doing anything weapony but sometimes it buzzes or beeps a little.

Eefa jumps a little at that on occasion, but doesn't say anything. 

After a while the promised oranges showed up! They do not appear to be wolves.

"Hello there," one says, squatting down to be eye-level with Eefa.

Eefa flinches when they kneel down.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. My name's Mikko," he says. "What do you like to be called?"

That first bit is not true but it's sorta nice to hear him say it anyways. 

"Eefa."

"Eefa, what a pretty name. The report I got said you didn't have people taking good care of you, is that right?"

"Yes."

She's not really sure she understands the question but that's clearly the right answer. 

"Well, I have good news for you. There are lots and lots of people who want to take care of kiddos like you who will do a good job looking after you and making sure you have plenty to eat and wear and play with and all that good stuff."

"Mmm."

"It's my job to find some people like that. Will you come with me into our car? I don't know if you've ever been in a car before, it's like a tiny train compartment."

Oh no this person is a tracker - that is not a good sign.

"What's a train?"

"- gosh. A train is a bunch of boxes on wheels, all connected to each other, that can go very fast along a track to bring a bunch of people from one place to another."

"Oh, like a wagon."

"Sort of, yes!"

Eefa will follow into the car.

The car sets off with Eefa and the two oranges in the back and a purple in the driver's seat. It goes pretty slowly and they don't have seatbelts in it. "Eefa, the warehouse worker said you weren't sure what caste you were," says Mikko.

"Yes."

"And your hair is really dark, so we can't even guess that way! What color hair did your parents have?"

Eefa does not have an answer to that! She will stare at the social worker instead. 

"Did their hair look more like mine, or like hers," the driver, "or was it blue, or yellow, or green, or grey...?"

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"Or did they turn theirs black like yours?"