"Knew you were a smartie!" She grinned. "Ryan... Titanic to me was like a torture. It felt like de ship took forever to sink. I can' imagine goin' out like dat."

When asked about the book, Alisa gave a pained sigh. Almost as though she were ashamed to say what book it was.

"Dey are readin' "Fifty Shades o' Grey". It's like reading a book about my life wit' a certain someone. It's uncomfortable and left after chewing them out on how BAD it was written, an' how it's just romanticized abuse. Let's just say I won't be invited to any cocktail parties anytime soon."

Smirking, she moved to one of the wine racks and carefully lifted a hidden latch on the side of it. Wine rack swung open, revealing a riveted steel door.