She asks a question

She looks like she wants to say something, so you incline your head to her.

"What are you going to do with me?" she says with a tremor in her voice. Her eyes search your face for anything that would tell her.

Her concern for her future hits you, and you stop to think. What do you want? What does she want?

"What do you want me to do with you? Do you want to stay here and maybe have a baby? Do you want to come with me?"

It is her turn to think, looking away from you. When her eyes turn back to yours, she has a measure of resolve in them. "Take me with you. I love my daddy, but he won't be able to deal with me being pregnant. I think he'd rather think that I ran away with someone. Besides, I want to make love to you more. I never knew it could be like this."