I'm Coming Home!

Who Are You?

"Mmm... Wh-" This little girl's lungs are still weary from smoke inhalation. "Where... Where am I?" She appears to be in another building, but this one looks secure. There were repair parts everywhere. Gears, coils, nuts, bolts, you name it. They were everywhere.
"Ah, you're finally up." Another voice from across the room says. The girl can just barely make out the person through a simple silhouette. The figure approaches her.
"Uh... Uh..." The little girl scoots back from the approaching creature.
"No, no. It's OK. You're safe... Cmon." The figure holds out a hand. The girl accepts it.
"Who... Who are you? Where am I? What happened?"
"I will gladly answer all of those questions. Who? My name's Zoe. Last name not important... Where? This is my little... Warehouse, if you wanna say. I repair my, and my friends, bikes and stuff." Zoe motions to the black motorcycle. "And, finally, what happened..."
"I... I don't remember anything from last night... Or was it a month? Year?"
"Geez, that inhalation really got to ya. It was last night, sweetie. Looks like lightning struck the ground, based on the black imprint, and I guess it left behind a spark because next thing you know, the adoption center's on fire!"
"A... Adoption center?"
"Yeah. You somehow got stuck in there. Lucky for you, I happen to like riding in the rain. I heard your cries and went to get you. I got a few burns, but it's cool."
"Thank you so much. I would've been a goner. I'm way too young for death..."
"Speaking of which, how old are you, kid?"
"7."
"Ooh, you're not even a tween yet..."
"Yeah..."
"So..." The girl looks up at Zoe. "You got a name or what?"
"I'm.. I'm Crystal."
"Average little girl name."
"I guess..." Crystal stands up and walks towards Zoe. "So, what do you do?"
"What, like a job?"
"Yeah."
"Girl, please! I ain't got no J-O-B!"
"J-O-B-- Oh... So, how do you keep yourself occupied?"
"I talk with my friends, ride around, teasing people, and just getting myself into more and more drama." Crystal grows worried.
"You're not in any now, right?" Zoe rubs her forehead and puts her wrench down.
"Not yet, kiddo. Not yet." Crystal's stomach growls like a K9 force dog. "Sounds like someone's hungry."
"Just a little..."
"Hop on, buddy," Zoe offers as she throws a helmet at Crystal. "Let's get you some grub." Zoe revs up her motor, and they head into town.