Heya kid. What's yer name? Kid? Who ya callin’ kid? Me name’s Penelope Wilson. *makes a face* But don’t evah call me dat.

Do ya got a nickname? Wheah'd dat come from? Yeah, I’se got a nickname. Dey’se call me Chip, cause I’se got a chip on me shouldah. *grins*

How old are ya? When's yer birthday? Turned 15 last September 27.

Fer dose a' us dat's blind, ya mind describin' what ya look like? I'se short, maybe 5’1”, wit' black hair ta me shouldahs an' blue eyes. Ain’t nuttin’ special.

What kinda personality do ya got? Some people say I’se got a chip on me shouldah. *grins* But den again, da only people who say dat don’t got da means ta knock it off.

What was ya life like befoah ya came heah? *rolls her eyes* Dere was a lot less nosy people, dat’s fa shoa. *She was born in Westchester, NY, but that’s not well known. She’s not a runaway, but a bastard, born to a maid. Her mother’s employer kept her until she was old enough to be sold to a workhouse*

Ya've got friends, don't ya? Who are dey? I dunno much people heah...yet.

Ya got a significant otha? *shakes her head* Yeah, I don’t know much people but I’se got a boy of me own. Right.

Anythin' else we should know 'bout ya? Yeah, I’se got a habit of hittin’ people who ask stupid questions. *rolls her eyes* Calm down, I ain’t serious.