Enzo's vision caught something behind Adrien. As she noticed it, he had reached up to rub his eye, in hopes of clearing his sight. He was sure it was the lack of sleep that was causing him to see things suddenly. As he looked back behind the girl again, there was nothing there. "Did you-" He started, pointing at where he thought he saw the thing, but shook his head, and placed his hand on his forehead, brushing back his bangs, before lowering his arm again to his side. He looked at Angelo at her words and shrugged slightly. "Thank you. His name is Angelo," Enzo easily explained, his tone still slightly monotone, the same as his overall appearance. "He was....a gift, but I guess that is a strange thing to say about something living... I mean, he has his own mind and feelings, and all..." It was strange for him to call Angelo a gift, but he was. The last birthday present he had gotten from his mom before she passed. Still, it was a strange thing to think of him as a "gift" per say.
Train listened to the girl carefully, his eyes darting as she pointed around to the places she spoke of. "Well, then, a pool just in time for the peak of summer, yes?" He replied, his tone still just as friendly as before. "So, this might be an odd question, but are there any forest close by? Not a park, but like a deep natural trail, kind of." He had not been paying attention when they drove up, for he was more busy trying not be quiet and a "good son", to keep his mother from her normal angry fits, and now he realized he would need a new place to make sure he kept himself in check. Before Eglantine could reply, for it was just a second after Train spoke, his mother walked out of the house. "Get the box off the car," she told him, her eyes coldly on him. Train quickly did, feeling embarrassment at the girl seeing this. Maybe it was normal, but when his mother was around, Train was always on edge. He heard the click of the trunk as the box moved, and he put it on the ground, as she told him to empty the trunk, and that everything needed to go inside, she was going to the store, and would be back later. The boy quickly got the rolled mattresses out, along with a bag and a suitcase, before closing the trunk, just as his mom put the old sedan in reverse. She stopped as she got to Train, and looked over at the girl, before back st her son. "I'll be back later, Train. Just go ahead and unpack our stuff," she said, a soft smile on her face and her tone kinder than before. Train nodded as she drove off, knowing it was just an act now that she noticed someone else was around. "Sorry... I guess I should go ahead and get this inside. Uh... It was nice to meet you. Maybe I'll see you around?" It's not that Train wanted to push the girl away, in fact, he felt rude about it, but looking at her nice clothes and all, made him self conscious about himself. Sure the house was nice, and it was a step up, but now they would be living in a house much too large for them. Like a mouse living in an exhibit made for a lion.