If she gives him her name, she's just making it easier for him to get her into trouble, she thinks. But he's still talking softly and with kind eyes, and Liesel thinks if he was going to call the police he probably would have done it by now. She broke into his store and tried to steal a book, she supposes she owes him her name at least.

"I'm Liesel," she tells him, hugging the book closer to her chest instead of holding her hand out. The glass is swept away and dumped quick enough, though there's still a hole in the window that will need mending. She doesn't have much money but she could give him the small amount they gave her when she arrived. It's odd money that she doesn't really understand so she's not sure how to use it anyway.

Liesel shakes her head at the question, watching him carefully. "A week or so," she answers. Enough time to know that this isn't anything like her home, enough time to be sent to live with all the other children in a house she can't stand. The other girls aren't particularly nice to her, though Liesel has already given one of them a black eye for her trouble.