The freckles on her face turning up with a smile framed in the lovely natural orange of her hair as she turned around, holding her arms out as you close the door behind you. It was dark outside, getting late. So this is it... my home away from home. She chuckled. ... my parents let me stay out here.. I like it better than being in the house. Turning away from you she went and turned on some music at a low-volume, giving the messy little trailer a cozy ambiance.