Miss Page raises her hands.
Miss Page: Oh, forgive me!
She bends down so that she is eye-level with Avery, who leans back slightly.
Miss Page: I’m Miss Page, I’m a teacher here. I think you’re in my class! How old are you?
Avery lifts her suitcase so that it obscures her mouth and nose.
Avery, shyly: 14.
Miss Page stands up again, throwing her arms up.
Miss Page: You ARE! Follow me.
Avery follows her into the darkened front hall of Signet.
Miss Page: We’re going to have to get you some new clothes.