"Oh, is that the politically correct way of saying 'you're asking for it'?" Jessica snatched the vial off the desk and stood up. "Power, responsibility, got it. Is that all?" As she asked, she reached her hand into the candy jar, her fingertips touching nothing but the ceramic bottom. Empty. It was always empty. Teenaged indignation flashed across her face. "Why have this out if you're never going to put anything in it?"