It was quite a relief to be on the inside of the car, safely shut in away from the people around her. Marcie nodded to Tragos, and whatever music he listened to was better than silence.
She would let herself have this hurt, for now. She hadn't been rejected in a long time, and it stung. Why shouldn't she let herself feel it? After all that Malcolm put her through as well?
"I'm never dating men again," she grumbled, toying with the edge of her mask. She would get fit, get strong, and work for Aphrodite, and earn some money to stand on her own to feet for once. "Well, maybe not ever. But not for a long time."