"You really don't want for enemies, do you?" Ryan asked seriously. "How does one girl make everyone hate her so much that they all either want her dead or want nothing at all to do with her?" He tapped on the counter of the taco truck and ordered up two Mexican Cokes. He handed one bottle over to Alisa. "Then don't play nice. Get even. Do whatever you have to do. Just don't get killed in the process." He clinked his bottle with hers as a little cheers. "You'll feel happy again. I know it doesn't feel like it, Alisa, but you will. Maybe once this mess with Alistaire is over."