Jane reminisced on times as a child when she and her cousin would spend the summer's at her grandmother's farm up in the hills. She had a cow pasture lined with an electric fence that kept even the bull at bay. The two girls liked to play an adventurous game of truth or dare with the neighbor boys that often consisted of more dares than truths. Several dares involved touching the electric fence and Lucy always found herself to be the guinea pig. She wanted to prove she could be one of the boys and ended up touching the hot wire every time.<br/><br/>Jane sat her mug down and said with a little smile, "Thank you for your service. Especially since this country is such a shit hole." She debated whether or not give him a little salute. Was that appropriate? She didn't want to offend him so she kept her dominant hand wound around her mug. "I think the danger is what I crave, though. You know? It's an adrenaline rush. I lead such a boring life, its not even funny." She paused to extend her mug so he could refill it. "I read somewhere that some people recollect their experiences as almost being like an aphrodisiac." She giggled at that part.