Apparently, when Spot asked her to grab some food, he had meant it in a very literal sense. After distracting a street vendor so that Cheetah could steal some apples, the two returned to the docks to sit and eat. "So," Spot began after biting into his apple, "where ya from?"
"Manhattan," Cheetah replied, dangling her feet over the edge of the dock.
"No ya ain't," Spot argued, turning to face her. "Ya don't have the right accent. Yer from Jersey, ain't ya?"
Cheetah refused to lock eyes with him. Instead she glanced out over the water, taking in the way the sky seemed to meet with it on the far horizon. Finally, she nodded slightly.
"Alright, so where are you headed?" he asked her.
"Nowhere."
He sighed, obviouslt getting frustrated at this point. "Come on Cheetah. I gave you a place to stay...the least you can do is give me a truthful answer."
She smiled slightly before turning to match his intense gaze. "That is the truth Spot. I don't have anywhere to go. I just ran, hoping that I would end up somewhere better than the place I left."
It was obvious that that he had many more questions, but he only asked one. "Are you in danger?"
The girl looked at him for a few moments before standing up. "Thanks for the apple," she said and made her way back to the lodging house.