River let her hair hang in her eyes, shrouding her face from scrutiny or anything at all. Even the rays of the sun weren't currently welcome. Skin cancer and all.

"No, it's not... I-" River mumbled, back to babbling laced with a touch of girlish embarrassment. She didn't know many boys her age, after all. She didn't know many boys that weren't giant man-apes or brothers or captains or dead. "River is a complicated problem," she finally admitted with a sigh.