Jun 01 18:16:50 106 PA.

From Chronicles

Jun 01 18:16:50 106 PA.

Two lion's dens in two days. Vixen eyes Emayn's door for a few moments before she steps up to it. Her expression relaxing as she reaches out, rapping on the door firmly three times before she steps back, her hands sinking into her pockets. There is that discreet bit of cable that slips up behind her right ear from the collar of her coat, but she lets her hair veil it for the most part. Nothing to see there.

Two times in as many days Ema has done the unusual, answering the door under her own power. She's doesn't show surprise as the door swings open, instead just leans casually against the half opened door, "Well look what the cat dragged in," she says, a hint of smile finding her lips, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this time?" she looks behind her, over her shoulder, then back to you, "Leo's not here, if thats who you're lookin for."

"I'm not here for Leo," Vixen replies steadily. "I'm here to talk to you privately." She considers Ema quietly for a moment, then adds, "We got off on the wrong foot, now we can try that again, I think. Can I come in?"

Ema steps aside, allowing you to enter, eyes checking the hallway quickly before she closes the door and follows behind you, "Privately hmmm?" only the smallest hint of suspicion in her voice as she watches you, her path takes her past you, to find a seat at the other end of her coffee table, "And hopes for a new beginning?" she doesn't seem overly convinced, "What is it I can do for you?" she motions for you to have a seat where you wish.

"First I'll do something for you," Vixen says, moving into the room, though she decides not to settle herself down just yet. "Me and Leo ain't together no more. Which means he's free to do whatever he wants and you are too. He don't have what I want. At least, not right now. Maybe he will some day, But I'm done waiting for him to grow up." She makes a vague motion with one hand. "So at least we don't got that hanging between us now."

"He's always been free to do what he wants, which is how he's gotten himself into this rather unfortunate predicament," she shrugs, not expanding, not really needing too, "but its nice to know that whatever my intentions are, they won't land me your paticular knife in my back." another shrug, her smile holding, "But you didn't come to tell me that, I think."

"I did, in part. Though you got me wrong, chick. I'm not a killer. Not without a damn good reason," Vixen replies. She steps forward, her bag slid off and settled aside, but the coat stays on as she hunkers down on the pillowed area. "And now that we have that out of the way, how about we start all over with our associations?" She leans forward slightly, extending a hand. "Truce?"

"Knives can take many forms," she starts, but doesn't finish the tought as she leans forward as well, taking the offered hand and giving it a firm, though still polite, shake, "You'll forgive me for being a little bit cautious," she says as she releases her hand, "But I'm sort of getting the feeling that their is something I can help you with?" her head tilts as she watches you, leaning back against her pillows, "I'm sorry if I'm way off base here, complex social interactions aren't really a strength of mine yet."

"I've noticed that," Vixen replies with faint amusement. Her own shake is also firm, but she doesn't linger. "Maybe I can help you with that. Dealing with people is part of my business." She then shakes her head slightly. "I don't think you're the sort of person that would be interested in what I've got going on, so no, I'm not here looking to recruit you. Of course, that don't mean it will always be that way. This is a personal call, not business. Obviously we really don't know much about each other.. I'm sure we've both got preconceived notions, but well.. you know how those can be."

Ema is noticeably surprised, eye brows arching as she stands, and heads through dangling drapery into what one would assume in the kitchen, "Well that's a bit unexspected," she says, speaking normally as you hear her fridge opening, bottles rattling from within, "Can I offer you something to drink?" she asks as the fridge closes, and the sound of liquid pouring into a glass can be heard.

Vixen glances towards the disembodied sounds, eyes lingering for a moment before her attention returns to Ema. "If you got some tequila, yeah. Ever tried strawberry tequila? Pretty damn good." She settles back a little and grins casually. "If you wanna talk business I can. Though like I said, you probably wouldn't buy into it.. though the way things are going it's probably going to get violnet." Her mood taking a subtle dip as she brushes up against the issue. "Or we can talk about ourselves."

The sounds of glasses being tinked together can be heard as she Ema emerges from the kitchen area, her attention moving to the side of the room where drapes part on their own. She stops then, letting the silk sheets fall as she moves over to manually push them to the side, once again revealing a small cabinet. Bottle of Tequila in hand, she slides it onto the table, a small glass following after it. "I've not much sympathy for the refugees, so I hope that doesn't make me a terrible person on its own." she takes a sip from her tall class of clear liquid, "I think I'd prefer to know more about you, and what makes you tick..." she places the glass down, "You're more than a little strange to me, and I don't mean that offensively."

"Pretty much makes you like most people around here. I'll reserve judgment cause right now it don't much matter," Vixen replies. "Even if you did, the work I'm doing ain't exactly paid.. at least, not right now and not tangibly, most likely." She pauses, leaning forward to attend to bottle and glass casually, pouring herself a healthy amount before she settles back. "How about this.. you ask a question and I ask a question. No obligation to answer, just a little casual trading."

Another sip from her glass is taken before it is placed on the table before her, Ema's head tilting a bit as she settles back into her throne of pillows, "Ok, lets see then," she says, hmmming softly as the fingers on her right hand drum softly. Belled earrings chime to life as she smiles, barely moving, "How is it that you've found yourself here in Kingsdale? From what I can tell you're, and I mean this with no malice at all, just human? Maybe some subtle work done, but nothing compared to what you could have. Seems there would be a lot of other places one like you would prefer to call home?"

"I was born here," Vixen replies. "In the Dregs. Though I went on a little trip for a while. Came back a few months ago." She considers Ema, the question obviously making her curious. "Where do you think I'd prefer to call home because I'm human?" One glaringly obvious possibility comes to mind, but she doesn't speak it. Instead, she lightly nurses her glass. Making it last and delaying the inevitable tipsy.

Ema smirks, having no issues saying it, "There are tons of tech-based cities around, and the 'burbs n chi-town isn't that bad a place to live for someone like you, plenty of tech, relative saftey." she shrugs, "I've spent some time hunting through them, it wasn't so bad." she grins as she leans forward to take her glass and then another sip, "Though I'll not count that as your question to me."

"This place is better than any Coalition city. I could never abide by the Coalition's totalitarian bullshit," Vixen states plainly, more 'fact' based than passionate. "No way in hell you'll see me in one of their cities unless I'm there on business." She shakes her head. "Why would you point them out as 'not so bad'? I hear they treat people like you pretty crappy. Psychics. Making you get ID tattoos and treating you like crap."

"Sure, if you want to be citizen..." she shrugs, smirking, "The burbs are huge and endless, they've dbees there, and sure they git it a bit rough at times. But in the end, its all just people there. You think every citizen is a Proseck clone?" she laughs, "Most people in those cities are just like you and me, maybe not as well read, but thats not their fault. They're scared, and just want to feel safe, and a few people take advantage of that." she shrugs, "But then, its hardly any different out here, just another side of the same coin, people using people and their fears to get what they want."

"No, I don't think they're all like Prosek. But I bet most of them are xenophobic as hell," Vixen puts in. "Though I guess that can be labeled as ignorance too. But the reason I like Kingsdale is a distinct lack of rules and Deadboys ever threatening to come down and start wasting people that don't look just right." She shakes her head. "Someone should educate those folks. Hell, if I thought I could get away with it, I'd set up some relays to broadcast deep into Coalition territory. But I suspect Kingsdale's council would shit a brick if I did that."

"Why not start with just lil Ol' Wykin? They're close, on the verge of becoming a Coalition protectorate itself. Its a hop skip and a jump away, not even that much tech would be needed to get you that far." she finishes her glass, her had reaches out to grab the bottle, her mind giving it a bit of a push to get it started. She looks over at you a tad bit apologetically, as she fills her glass with the new liquid, "Again though, I think its not ignorance for a lot of those people. Stories carried down from what the Federation of Magic did tp them, everyone has a family member that died in those first brutal conflicts. They know how treacherous, how....human, dbees can be. You think Tolkeen is a victim? They brought all of this on themselves, they're feeding the stereotypes the Coalition military pumps out. Fueling the fear. They could have been like Lazlo, or even kingsdale, lead by example, but instead, they just proved a point."

"This is getting a bit too confrontational and a bit off topic I think," Vixen decides then. "To tell the truth, I don't know a lot about Tolkeen.. never been there, never really cared much about 'em. I just know with the Coalition on the warpath, no one is safe." She shrugs her shoulders slightly and then wonders, "Why are you here? What's your purpose.. what's your goal, what's your dream? Everyone's got 'em, even if they don't realize it yet." Relaxing a bit after that cluster of generally related queries.

Ema grins into her glass as she takes a sip, then another, the liquid pulsing down her throat before she places the glass down and leans back once more, taking a second to get comfortable, "No more foreplay, hmm? Down to the hard questions?" she smirks over at you, eyes on yours as she appears to think this over, "I honestly don't know the answer to that, though I feel you've asked me that before. I want to be the best at what I do, I guess, wouldn't mind making a name for myself, striking it rich, then living happily ever after." she shrugs once more at you, "Not exactly the answer you want, I think, but its what I got so far. Day to day living is hard enough without trying to complicate it with the future." she pauses, lips pursing, "And you? What are your Dreams?"

"The interesting questions," Vixen counters with a casual grin. Accepting the given response with a slight nod. "About the same in some ways. Though I suspect what we're best at differs a great deal." She grins idly. "All of my needs and desires require creds. Cyber, a comfortable life, no worries." She casually pats her side pocket, often where she keeps her camera. "The dream is what I'm doing now.. broadcasting. It might not pay much, but it's fun. Meeting people, making a name. That's what the refugees are about, in part. Making a name. Building reputation. When people know you can get a job done and done well, that effects how they deal with you. Can be wroth more than creds.. and help when it comes to making creds later."

"Will take a bit more than creds to see that you don't have to worry about things, though I get your meaning. I don't really like having to rely on others, which i guess is why most of my undertakings aren't as, well, grand." she shrugs, hmmms, and waits for a second, head tilting "Why do you..." she stops herself, smiling, "No, its your turn still, go ahead, ask away."

"It isn't about relying, per se.. I could get along fine on my own," Vixen says, after a light sip from her glass. "But you can't go big without getting involved with people. If you're always going it alone, all you can do is what your skills allow. What you can do with the limited number of hours in the day. But you can't do everything, by skill or just cause there ain't enough time. So to go big, you have to get other people involved. Works best when its symbiotic. You do something for them, they do something for you. Both rely on the other and there's some trust. Maybe not a lot of it, but enough that business gets done." She shrugs and waves off the structure she'd placed before. "Go on and ask."

"Why do you distrust Psychics so much?" she asks, eyes on yours as she doesn't hesitate for as second at your offer, "I mean, i've seen mistrust, and the fear, i've been to Chi-Town, remember, but with you..." she seems to tread carefully, "It doesn't take a psychic to see that its something more personal." she re-adjusts in her seat as she watches you, "A rough question, I'm sure, but if this is going anywhere," she motions from you to her, "I think i have to know what i'm up against."

"Because you can take a gun out of someone's hand, but you can't take what they can do out of theirs," Vixen asserts. "And they like to use it on people without asking. You got a taste of that, didn't you? With Leo and his little stunt. Didn't feel good, even a little minor thing like that, did it? But he has to wave his fingers and talk.. psychics just have to look at you and you can't even tell they're doing it." And while she's speaking, a few images will drift through her mind. Faces, people. Nothing too concrete, but remembered with a deep set loathing. Though the last is more tangible. A shabby, but homey room with violet shag carpeting and an old, have broken couch.. living room? And a man. Not especially attractive, but not ugly. An upset man who suddenly bursts into flames. Fear clogging the memory. Intense, killing hear that is so very close. It goes away and Vixen grimaces faintly. "But some of my best friends are psychic too. Once I know I can trust that someone won't go fucking around with my head, it don't matter. But that trust is earned. You.. I still don't trust you. I know you can do some shit.. Leo hinted at as much. But if you respect my privacy and show a little restraint, I can see that not being an issue between you and me."

"Well, I'm not sure what Leo told you," she starts, the seems to change directions, "I have abilities, that much is obvious, but we all use what we have. Not to bring back our earlier thread, but you're not alone in those fears, and they're justified. People are weak at times, especially when friends are involved. Even your friend Maya is guilty of using her abilities, and she definitely doesn't seem the manipulative type." she shrugs, "I can't make you believe that I won't use abilities on you, and I'll try not too. Be honest with me, even if its to tell me its none of my business, and I think we'll be ok."

"Trust me, if you ask me something and it ain't your business, you'll know," Vixen replies steadily. What Ema has to say does cause her to frown faintly. Then she decides to make it formal. "I don't want you peeking into my head. Ever. Maybe if we're on a job together and it's the best way to communicate, you can talk into it. But I don't want you reading nothing. If you ever get the urge, remember what it felt like when Leo messed with your mind. That's usually the easiest way. Might feel less like burning someone when you already know how fire feels." She pauses, considering. "Didn't know Maya had no abilities.. I'll have to lay things out with her too." The young woman thoughtful on that as she sip from her glass.

"Thats fine, though, I'm a tad bit empathic as well, I guess you should know. I pick up on emotions from time to time, i've little control over that. Nothing a facial expression wouldn't tell me, but still, its a feeler thats out there." she hmmms softly, "Really? Didn't know about Maya? She was very protective of you, I sort of assumed you two were friends. I tend to make a lot of assumptions, and that seems to get me into more trouble than anything else here.'

"I'm not so exclusive, i guess in the end, guys or girls both have merits, and I'm not evil enough to bring a child into this world," she grins, seems to notice that she's at least a few drinks ahead of you and sets her glass down on the table, "But I don't think that's what you were really asking." she pauses, "I don't think there are any good ones, none that I've met at least. Fun is fine for now, and I'm not opposed to the convenience of something more long term, but no, not looking for a mate." she lets out a laugh, "The one for me will no doubt hunt me down, and not the other way around."

Vixen smirks faintly. "But would you give up your fun for one guy?" Her brows lift. "Me, I've done casual fun. Feels empty to me now. Something to be said for having a guy that doesn't just look at you for a little while, but just keeps doing it. Someone you can relax with. Be vulnerable with." A soft grimace comes to her. "Not that I've had all that much luck either. But its nice to dream. Maybe someday.. but I ain't waiting around. Too much to do."

"I really don't see myself letting that happen. The problem with being a psychic, is you discover pretty universal truths, everyone lies. I could never feel safe with someone I couldn't trust, and I don't trust anyone really. Short turn trust maybe, I'll fall asleep next to someone. But more than that?" she shakes her head, chewing on her lower lip, a bit of drunk obvious in her reddened face as earrings chime to life by themselves, "It'd take a very special person to make that happen.

"Like I said, you can dream," Vixen murmurs with a faint smirk. "I really did think Leo might be that guy.." She shakes her head, a subtle frown touching her. Shrugged off as she adds an airy, "Guess I should have remembered the track record and kept more distance. Live and learn. But I'll tell ya one thing, chick.. it is nice. Having a guy that is just for you. Maybe you never felt it before, but I've had teasing little tastes.. enough to make me hungry."

"You know, I really did ask him, a few times even, if he was sure he wanted what was about to happen when we first met. I'm sorry things worked out that way, but in the end, there is that small silver lining that now you know. I asked him, and I thought that made me ok, you know? I've never had to be responsible for someone else before, and I got defensive, and bitchy, and combative." More alcohol, she decides, letting that thought hang there. Another drink is taken slowly, "Anyway, I'm sorry about how things went with you two."

Vixen grunts faintly, taking another sip before she waves her glass a little. "Water under the bridge now," she assures Ema. "Though yeah.. I still believe in that sort of relationship respect. A lot of people do. And others don't, I suppose." She rolls her shoulders slightly. "There's something to be said for it. Makes things more orderly. Less backbiting and worry when girls can trust that when they're with a guy, they won't have other girls poaching." Her eyes linger on Ema and her curiosity can't be tamped down. "Did you ever use your powers on Leo? To get him?"

Ema smiles, a somewhat shy yet confident expression, "Wow this is going to sound incredibly bitchy, but i've never had to force anyone home with me, its always of their own volition. And believe what you will, but my powers don't work like that." she watches you, eyes moving to her drink then back to you, it remains in her hand, but she doesn't drink more from it quite yet.

Vixen shrugs her shoulders. "It's alright. I'm asking so I know. After all, if I didn't ask, all I would have is assumptions. Though that sort of thing could be tempting, I suppose. But pretty pathetic." She shrugs again and moves right past it. "I'm not downing on you. You are pretty." She considers Ema a bit before she adds, "Not quite my taste in clothing from what I've seen, but every girl has her ways. Never was too big on skirts and stuff, not that I don't know the use of 'em."

"I've worn pants more often than not, dressed in uniforms, been one of the boys. When you live out in the world, with no rules or laws, you minimize certain things. I find i like being girly, and being able to flirt and do all the things I was never allowed too, or were never safe. Its a hard thing for a city person to understand, I think, what the world is actually like out there. Its nicer here, even in the dregs."

"I dunno, I think the wilds balance out when it comes to the Dregs," Vixen opines. "Both got things the other don't. Both suck." She smirks faintly. "Don't have to wear skirts to flirt or be girly. Do I look like a guy to you? Ain't being a frumpy prude either." She spreads her arms slightly, though its not needed to reveal how she's dressed.

"Its true, but their is something flirty about a skirt, about the way it moves around me, the way i can control its teases. Its always on the verge of giving someone an eyeful, and I like to keep men off balance that way. Makes them easier to handle. Though I do own a body suit or two. Harder to hide a weapon in one though." she's a little more drunk now, and winks flirtatiously at you, "They rarely leave anything up to the imagination." she grins, putting her cup back on the table, unfinished.

Vixen grins casually and lifts the glass again for a light sip. "I guess I ain't looking to flirt that hardcore.. I have before, got some nice skirts and such in the closet, but these days I wanna look good, but I ain't looking to get drooled on all the time. I have a nice catsuit myself.. never did go much for bodysuits.. same reason, I guess. But I got stuff in my closet for when I wanna treat a guy special. Definitely not for outside wear."

"I'd miss the freedom of skirts, I think." she says with a smirk, "No restricted movements, just concealing enough?" a laugh, accompanied by bells, "I plan to take a long time in finding what it is I like and don't like, shopping is an experience I don't know how I lived without." her eyes close as she smiles, "I've worn the same outfit for weeks straight before, just awful."

"It is nice to get new things. I've been thinking of a new something," Vixen admits. "Not sure just what yet. Maybe a little something I already have in my closet. Perhaps something new." She lifts a hand to lightly stroke part of the coat that drapes against her chest. "Starting to get a bit too hot to wear this out all the time. Which is too bad, I like the protection. And armored clothing is hard to find." She looks to Ema and is thoughtful. "Perhaps some glitter. I haven't worn that for a while. Seeing someone else with it reminded me how I like to flirt with it a little. Not too showy, just something that draws the eye."

"Really? Ready to jump right back into the search? Or reviving that part of you that misses the drooling?" she smirks still, her voice has more than a little tease in it as she stands, grabbing her cup and taking it with her back to the kitchen. One can hear, if they were inclined to listen, her drink being emptied into the sink, and glass refilled with water, risned, and refilled again. She re-emrges, drinking from her glass, "Glitter is an interesting Idea though." she sits once more.

Vixen can hear. That cyber ear makes soft sounds easily audible for the young woman and she's had it for a while now. "Just cause I want to look good don't mean I'm looking to draw a guy.. though if you don't look good, you won't find out which ones like to look at you." She grins idly. "It's a fine line to walk. I want guys to notice me, but I don't want them to think I'm the next easy lay. Skirts, I think, give guys that impression, right or wrong. Especially the short ones." She then nods. "Usually I just use a little on the cheek, sometimes a little in the hair. Adds a little visual appeal. Though once, when I went clubbing, I mixed a little into some body powder. For that full body effect. It went over well."

"I bet, and I am, usually, an easy lay." she shrugs, not looking the least bit concerned with the admission, "I don't think I want to understand the rules that make is neccesary for people to hide their desires, or their wants. Whats wrong with enjoying the company of an attractive man, or woman, for that matter? I think my biggest issue here are those rules that try to make people something their not."

"I guess it depends on how you see yourself.. and how you see things. Me, I love sex. But I what more than just pleasure. Pleasure is the same, no matter where you get it. Means more when you feel something about the person. Otherwise its just empty." She rols her shoulders and adds, "Or so I see it. Those rules, in my view, are meant to prevent trouble. Jealousy and fighting. You know the boundaries and respect them, then you don't have two girls into a guy, each trying to outdo the other to get him. Ain't always nice when you're the one that has to step back, but that's how life is. No one gets everything they want. Anyone who thinks they do or should has it wrong."

"I guess I don't have anything to compare it too, but some, in my experiences are definetly better than others and giving me what I want and need. And I'm still learning things," another wink, and a sly smirk, "Maybe when things stop being new and exciting, I'll give the other thing a try. But not now, not when this time and place is so very fragile." she blushes a bit, still smirking, "I want to enjoy this part of my life for as long as I can, and keep it as hassle free as possible. As i've already shown, I think, I'll do just about anything to avoid drama."

Vixen nods her head a little. "You'll understand when you find a guy that does more than just make you lustful. One that you like being around. That you find yourself seeking out, not for sex, but just to hang around and enjoy simple time." Her eyes grow a bit distant as she continues talking, the tipsy helping her lose a bit of focus. "There's a different sort of pleasure when you're sitting with a guy. Not thinking about carnal stuff, but being close to him. Wrapped up close in a cozy spot. Lazing on the couch or in a little sheltered spot out when its raining." A light smile rises and it takes a moment for her to break away from that. "You know.. intimate, but it don't have a thing to do with getting naked. Sure, some guys will give it to you better than others, but it gets special when it moves past simple pleasure. Trust me."

"I can't imagine doing that stuff alone, much less with someone else." she lets out an easy, playful laugh, her eyes closing a bit as she snuggles back against her pillowed nest, "I guess their is too much predator in me to enjoy the easy, safe things." she tilts her head at you, smirking, "You ever been the predator? Just embraced your inner animal for a little while, really got to know you you surpress?"

Vixen shrugs her shoulders slightly. "Gotta have a little predator in you to do what I do. But I dunno.. you seem a bit too much into the 'animal' think for my tastes. There's a reason animals are so scattered and weak. Cause they don't got the advantages we do. But I'm not all about the soft. A guy I'm with, he'd have to like a little danger. Cause sometimes I like to do dangerous things. Like go tagging in the Dregs."

"You're an animal vixen, wether you want to admit it to yourself or not. You're no better nor different than a rabbit or a deer in the woods, only the illusions of free will and consciousness make you think otherwise." she smiles at you, "Though I digress into another talk for another day, I think. You care for philosophy at all? Ever taken advantage of this magnificent library they have here?"

"I can read plenty, but I never went over for philosophy, no," Vixen replies, sipping from her glass. "And I think I got more going for me than some animal. Animals can't plot or plan long term. They can't gather large scale or understand things past the most basic needs. Me, I know my basic needs. But I also understand that sometimes you can't just go with urges. They get you into trouble."

"Freedom is too nice to give up, and is worth all the trouble it has caused me so far. Truth can be found in the freedom animals have that we do not, the acceptance of what they are is infallible, and they never dwell on the past." she shrugs, "Perhpas I'll recommend some things to you, some of earths old masters. Perhaps you will gain a bit of insight into what makes me tick. While I embrace what I am, it is an attitude born of education." she smirks, "Who'd have thunk it, hmm?"

Vixen shakes her head slightly. "I know who I am and what I am," she states. "Just cause you think you're an animal, don't mean I'm the same." Her shoulders give a slight roll. "I can't say I'll read it. Computer books and tech manuals are more my speed and when I'm not working, I like light material. Besides, if I'm going to go on some tangent with psychology, talking it over is better than reading some dry text. I learn from people."

"Interesting though, that you encourage change in myself, but are hesitant to explore changes in your own views." she waves her hand, "Forgive me though, we were having a nice talk, and I'm afraid that alcohol tends to make me horny or overly philosophical, and the former was right out." she smiles as she closes her eyes and leans back, letting out a pleased hum, "But thats not for everone either, I suppose."

Vixen snorts faintly. "Never said I'm immune to change. No one is. You can feel free to try and convince me that the rules I decide to live by should be dropped, but I've seen enough to know that they work more often than not. Of course, no plan is foolproof and no rules are perfect. Or lack thereof." She shrugs. "What would you try and change about me?"

"I wouldn't dream of changing anything, I know better. I merely like asking questions, and hearing answers. I like to question everything, and approach things from a number of different angles. I understand rules, and the need for them, on an intellectual level, anyway. But I like to hear why other people like or need them. Especially people who arbitrarily break some rules, while holding tightly onto others. Its really very interesting, what people really think and how they can justify their actions.

"I suppose everyone has rules they like and those they don't," Vixen replies thoughtfully. "Personally, I'm tempted to challenge an ultimatum I got from the council recently, but it ain't mine to chose.. since the ones that are gunna get effected by it are other people. But if they decide to go against it, well.. life is going to get real interesting." Her expression thoughtful, a nail softly tapping her glass as she muses.