Alana: "Buffalo Soldier! Because it's about African Slaves in America." She nods then fiddles with her leather jacket, and squashes her knees up tighter, as she gets cold easily.
Alana: "I'm fine really." She drops her ring because it's slightly too big and she stands up to go and retrieve it from across the room. On her way, she trips over her boots and falls to the floor laughing.
Michael *Smirks and walks over to her and pulls her up.* I'll make you a cup of tea. *Walks out of his room and runs down the stairs to the cramped kitchen.*
Alana: Shouts after him. "Thanks!" She stands up and then sits on his bed, putting her ring back on and tucking her boots in.