After Ally recalled her story, she listened to her friends' responses.  Each of them had their own tale to tell regarding the excessive crime rate in the city.  Marcus compared the crime of the smoothie snatcher to a GTA Heist, which made her chuckle.  His story then moved onto his recently passed father, and his struggle with running the shop.  "I'm sorry, Marcus," she said, just like she had said a million times before, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.  It wasn't hard to see he was holding back tears as he consumed all of the fries.  She gave his shoulder a squeeze, as she now felt like an idiot for bringing the smoothie up.  He had lost so much more in the recent violence, what right did she have to complain over a smoothie?

Ally then listened to Trip's story about a purse snatcher, and slowly shook her head.  A lot of the crimes mentioned were petty, but they still affected people.  Ally laughed at Trip's attempt to make his cup of coffee.  "You call that a shot?  Watch this!"  The young woman picked up her own empty cup and threw it at the trash.  It would've made it, if the trash can was three feet to the left.  She quickly popped up from her chair and threw her cup away, teasingly nudging Trip to the side as they crossed paths.

As Ally walked back, she caught Alvina's story.  She scoffed, hearing the pointless action of breaking into a car just to steal twenty bucks.  "I'm just glad they didn't take your car."  Many people knew that if their cars were stolen in this city, there would be little chance in ever getting it back.

After Alvina's story, Alan pulled up information on crime rates and revealed them to the group.  Although they highly dissatisfied Ally, she wasn't surprised at all by the results.  Everyone here was a victim of crime in one way or another.  Actually, the woman was more surprised that it didn't raise any higher than that.  Then again, the city had many years to expand and grow.

At Alan's mention of a lost life, Ally looked down at her hands and thought again of Marcus's dad.  She couldn't even imagine her father passing and they didn't even live together.  What exactly was Marcus feeling?

"I hope it doesn't either," Ally agreed with Aimee.  She looked at her friends and thought about losing one of them.  The thought nearly brought tears to her eyes.  The young woman looked away and thought on Alan's words.  

"Someone needs to punish them," Ally said, returning her gaze to her friend's, "Or maybe not punish, so much as stop this.  I wish... I wish we could have super powers or something.  Then we could stop crime much better than these cops."