[center][h1][color=662d91]Lilah Green[/color][/h1][/center]

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Lilah frowns at Lance, though a spear of anger and frustration felt as though it ripped through her chest. More gently, however, was a smaller feeling of guilt. He had just called her out on her insecurities, and even more frustrating, she couldn't do anything about it. She knew she wasn't a fighter. She never had been. She was much better with words than she was with fists and something about Lance just put her off. However, she wasn't going to let him treat her like that. Lilah wasn't normally threatened easily but she knew... Well, at least she thought she knew that Lance was a bully. A physchopath. However, a side of her told her that she shouldn't be so quick to judge. Instead of arguing with him, she just decides to go with it. 

[color=662d91]"You're right, Lance. I'm sorry. I shouldn't mess with someone as strong as you, when I'm so weak myself. So incapable of surviving on my own that I need 3 men to take care of me and watch out for me when they go yelling and bring a whole hoard of these things on top of us." [/color] Lilah responds with such a sincere voice, only with the slightest edge of sarcasam. Afterward, just to make it better, she bats her eyelashes at him like she would the man of her dreams. Her own words surprised her... She had meant to defuse the situation but her frustration got the better of her. Oh well. No use to worry about it.