The girl is entirely underdressed for the weather, and Larita feels comfortable guessing that she's new. The alternative is that she's stupid, and for all that Lari can't deny that it's a possibility no matter who the person is or how old, she isn't especially prone to thinking ill of someone out the gate. In her opinion, everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt at least once. Even teenage girls in cutoff denim shorts and a-line shirts.

Lari brakes, slowing the car so she can pull over, and she throws the shift into 'park.' The car's top is down, the windows open, to enjoy the fresh breeze, but it's still just chilly enough that she's glad for the hat and light jacket she'd donned this morning.

And doubly glad that at least one of these, she can offer the girl.

"Where on Earth are you from that wearing that was seasonably appropriate?" she asks, draping her arm across the back of the passenger seat.