Style.

Does this little girl have any idea how much style she has? There she was, leaping up and down from the window frame, chatting and taunting and singing to her friend, who had already been relegated inside (it was about the time for the sun to set). Her parents definitely afford this one some delicious freedom. They were no where to be seen. Little sequestered's father promptly appeared at the mint-colored bars with a pointing finger (ostensibly in the direction of leaping's window down the street). She sauntered off in the opposite direction.