She smiled at his words, happy he was concerned for her. [b]"It's no problem, really. If I have to be honest, I just want to experience this. To know what it's like. I'm sorry if that makes me rude or... mean but... I just feel like in order to understand people, you should try to live a day in their shoes. Granted, this isn't a day in your shoes but..."[/b] She trailed off, letting him talk. 

She thought for a moment on his words. She didn't much care for gossip but she didn't like what she thought it could turn into. She wasn't really scared for herself. Worst come to worse, they'd fire her. She had no reason to fear for her life, but they... Her brows furrowed, thinking about Rita. It wasn't fair that they had to die for stupid reasons. All she'd done was be friendly. She'd been more of a friend to Robin than anyone ever had and what had that gotten her? Death. M-Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... She didn't want to put Shawn and his family in trouble by being friendly to them but she also thought it was stupid. Why should they be punished for want of being friends? It never seemed fair to her. Sure, they were different. They grew up different but whose fault was that? She felt her chest tighten up, anger pooling there. 

She looked up when Shawn said something about not having a porch light. Her eyes narrowed, looking at the porch in the pale moonlight. Thoughts going through her head. She should buy them one, she had that right, didn't she? It's not like... She sighed, more thoughts running through her head. Those damned people might think he stole it, thinking he' too poor to afford it. And then she'd have to tell them she gave it to them and then they'd still probably be in trouble. Though... Was she willing to go through that for someone she'd just met? Even if he was kind... 

She followed him without saying a word, just looking around, watching. It was a run down little house but she knew it was all they had and they were lucky to have so much. She took the candle from Shawn. [b]"Thank you."[/b] She told him, her voice small but still warm. She made her way to the bathroom, or where he'd pointed and opened the door. Again not much, but more than most colored folk had, well she assumed. She set the lantern down on the sink and washed her hands without soap, not wanting to take anymore than she was going to from them. Maybe as thanks, she should bring them some food. They couldn't be too cruel about that, right? If she brought them to her house, it would seem like she was ordering them, right? No fuss, right? She sighed and picked up the lantern again and walked back outside, back into the kitchen area.