(One last update for the night.)
You walk up to them both casually, then let loose a storm of chatter.
"Hey guys! What are you doing hanging around here? It's just trees and me here, and that's not exactly what I would call prime entertainment! I mean, my gated community was pretty boring at the best of times, but I don't think any trees could challenge it and attempt to be more interesting. I guess we're in a pretty interesting situation anyway, so maybe you're just taking a break? Whatever, I suppose I'm happy either wa--"
The boy says with a Norwegian accent, "You talk too much."
"Nothing wrong with talking. Why would make you say that?"
He holds up his right hand. It's missing the ring finger and the pinkie. "Experience. I'm Oliver." Ah. You get the impression from his accent and his missing fingers that he may be a Norwegian Drapsmann. You suddenly feel a little freaked out at his presence and switch to speaking the girl who seems a lot more friendly.
"Hi! Are you from Africa? I hear it's really nice there, all the skyscrapers and stuff. Are you from South Africa? I could tell cos you kinda sounded Dutch when you said your name, which was Daniella, a really pretty na--
The girl starts crying. She holds her hands against her eyes and tries to hold it all in, but can't quite manage it. "Oh God, I miss my family..."