"Oh, that's lucky," Jaime said. "Having friends here, I mean. 'cause you have to wonder, how many people show up here all alone with no one besides the welcome center people to help them out. No friends, no family, nothing like that."
She grinned. "Well, you're a white guy, so you have a lot more options than a woman or a ..." She shrugged. "Well, colored person would." She felt nothing but sympathy for people who faced discrimination for factors beyond their control. Like their gender or the color of their skin. It sucked, being different. At least she could pretend to be normal if she wanted to. "I mean, seriously, you could do anything you could pretend you had the skills for, probably."