Marion Street lodging house is tall. At least six floors, you notice that it seems to be in almost pristine condition, belayed only by the age stains on the outer walls and windows. No address is visible, so you don't know if it's actually the right building until you see girls filing in and out of it.
"And who might you be, doll?" came a voice from your side.
You turned around and looked down at the girl. She was short, lithe, with a smirk plastered on her face.
"Name's Mariana, dove, I'm leader here at Marion. And yes, I understand how similar those two are. Just don't call me Marion and we'll be good, yeah?"
She winked and gestured to another girl, urging her to come over.
"This is my second-in-command, Alessandra. We're, along with the leaders over on Grand Street, are the only newsies without nicknames here in Little Italy."
Gesturing for you to follow her, she brought you into the building.
"So, because you're here, I'm assuming you want a place to stay and sell from? Well, honey," she looked you up and down, "I don't think you'll have much trouble, if you know what I mean."
She winked once more, and Alessandra laughed, the both of them signing into the front desk.
"Now, you can think up of a nickname for yourself — if you already have one, that's great, and we'll get started on the tour, yeah?"