"It is nice to meet someone willing to listen." she said simply as she looked around nervously. Ready to run the minute someone looked overly suspicious. She knew she was being chased and was not ready to give up just yet. "It's NOT alright, and things aren't as nice as they seem. It's run by bad folk, and once people start becoming immune to the potion, they're hunted down. We took, take, it every week. Except now I don't bother. I'm on the run all the time."