<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"Program..." she cocked her brow. What kind of program was he running? Then he offered her another name. "Lillian? Lily... I like that name. Lily is a pretty name." She muttered softly.her whole demeanor calmed down as she played with the end of the over sized shirt. You could barely see the shorts she wore. She was onviously lost. A lost soul and easy prey, yet there was something else in there. A cold woman who could be dangerous.<br/>
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She looked around his office and then bacl at him her eyes locking on him. "Your program? What is it? And what requirements do you have?" She paused knowing that being locked up her murderous habits might get in the way. She began to pull at her shirt anxiously and chew the inside of her cheek. "I mean are we allowed to live normally?" She asked curiously. Her blue eyes dropping to her hands.</span>