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[color=a187be]"You don't have any other friends. Or a car, or a permanent residence. That, that is not an acceptable situation,"[/color] Kim said. Then she shook her head. [color=a187be]"I'm sorry, I know it's not any of my business."[/color] She really needed to think before she spoke - he might have perceived that as an insult. If he was happy with his life, then she didn't have any right to tell him otherwise. Kim was still a bit worried, though. She asked, [color=a187be]"Do you at least have a warm place to stay? Food? Clothes?"[/color] She knew that it was wrong for her to walk past homeless people on the street without a second thought, yet be concerned about the welfare of the person she'd just met. It was human nature, though; people cared vastly more about the troubles of the ones they knew than the struggles of anonymous strangers. 

One of the things he'd said struck her: he was getting better, but not yet where he wanted to be. Kim had felt that way, a long time ago, before she realized that she would never be where she wanted to be. With the recent changes in her life, she was starting to think that way again, starting to have a place she wanted to be. 

When he introduced himself again, she bluntly pointed out, [color=a187be]"You already told me your name."[/color] On second thought, that had probably also been a rude thing to say - maybe her next dice points should go in Charisma. [color=a187be]"Not that I mind,"[/color] she amended afterwards.