Cherry frowns. She looks out the way John pointed for a while, then tracks a hand-sized purple beetle as it crawls across the wall opposite. It wasn't there a few seconds ago, was it?
[color=crimson]"I know what I said. Our mayor is everywhere."[/color] She sighs. [color=crimson]"Very pretty words, by the way."[/color]

She looks at John. She looks for the beetle again. It's gone.
Back to John. [color=crimson]"I paint, I speak, I type. No one moves. Either I hear 'yeah, that's fucked,' or they leave. And you're telling me, go forth, find your following? Sure, and you can write my speeches, starting now, grab a pen. Oh, you [i]can't![/i] That's new!"[/color] She turns to face him fully, slaps the wall beside her. [color=crimson][b]"Just watch me try for a day!"[/b][/color]

[i]day, day, day...[/i]
She curls her hand into a loose fist and exhales.
[color=crimson]"I like that [i]you'll[/i] listen, but that's because you know you don't have a choice. Everyone else is content in this malaise. I'll love it if you prove me wrong. If you know anyone I don't - if I'm just an awful communicator - anything. We can try it. Either you'll see, or I'll get somewhere for once."[/color]