For the most part, Vesper was harmless to people with no great desire of harming any human. Hate was something hideous, crippling, and offensive. She could dislike people and become incredibly frustrated with certain people from certain tribes who spoke too loudly, but hate was reserved for actions. Never people or things. "I bet it was Walmart, they couldn't stand they were becoming secondary in evil corporations and Starbucks is so sneaky."
There was a smile of warmth, some of the fresher stuff her mother had made. Truth be told it was the second reason she remained at home with her mother instead of moving in with other Cano women. The first was trying to keep the vestiges of Family together. "Welcome." She put the cloth between them and took a piece herself.
"No, nope. Not an Enk and if you'd really ask me, I'm a Lockean. Mom had me on the other side of the river, but she and Dad lived here. But we're the minority so I followed into the Cano, we were living out here anyway when the Tribes formed. I don't look like much of one." Vesper made a face, she wasn't pleased with some of the traditions and policies being made. "But I'm useful to the Cano and to the Community back home."
She shook her head, hesitating before biting into her lunch, "No. Nothing. Just old tracks.I feel I got the idea of doing this a little too late."