You shrugged, asking her with a hint of nonchalance what she wanted. Her fingers clenched tightly in her school uniform pocket. When her red eyes finally turned to you, they held a stubbornness like that of a cub driven to desperation.
"You're here." Realizing her dialect accent was slipping out, she abruptly pursed her lips and switched to broken standard Mandarin. "It's about my brother. Could you... please stop bothering him?