I plop down beside him in my fancy dress, mentally hearing the horror of my stylist and prep team as I do. 

"Thank you. That was a little much. I guess... I guess I'm the new talk of the town." I didn't like it.

Suddenly, I felt a wash of nausea flood over me, and my hands went warm. I could see the blood on them. "...why would they root so hard for a murderer, Sam?"