"Cab driver. The minds outside are moving too fast to hear anything other than noise. I can hear you a little better too, so watch out for that."

She turned her attention to the window, her chin in her hand. "This place is like home in a lot of ways. Not necessarily the sin element, but the people. . . we'll never be accepted. We'll always be outsiders."

Her voice was soft, but not for the cab driver's benefit. She liked being special, but she wasn't entirely sold on being 'other' just yet.