"I'm not lookin' for a protector." Alisa spoke softly. Her hands were shaking as she started to put her book back in her briefcase. "After-all, all I ever did was protect people. No one protected me so why look now? But why do I keep wanting to belong somewhere? Why do I always feel like the outsider looking in, still?" she thought to herself, after Rachel spoke. "I've come to a point I do not know what to do anymore. I don' want to continue on as some thug for hire, some tool people jus' use an' t'row away when it's broken."

She started to get up, making sure her briefcase was locked. "I'm sorry, I once again wasted your time. But hey, I get out jus' in time to miss de traffic back... home I guess!" She was pained and doing her best not to show it. "You can shred up dat copy o' my resume an' samples o' my work if you want."