<div style="text-align: justify;">After speaking, Missie fell silent, but didn't take her gaze away from Marcel. She felt that it was safer to keep an eye out on him at all times, as he was too fast and unpredictable for her not to. Some time to think had made Missie come to the conclusion that she was now stuck in this place, and should make the best out of it. Honestly, from what she could see, the best in her case would be to stay alive and not seriously injured. The thought caused her to sigh inwardly. Well, if her life had been bad before, now it was even worse. Great way to move from a bad situation, she asked somewhat bitterly. <br/><br/>When Marcel spoke, Missie showed a lopsided grin. "Except that I will not leave this place, ever, now will I?", she murmured. "I won't, not alive, at least. I may leave in a body bag". She spoke quietly, almost as though she didn't care. "Also, what you just defined are false friends. Real friends are people you can rely on as much as they can rely on you. People you can call for a conversation in the middle of the night and they will be happy to talk to you. People you can tell the same story over and over because you need to tell it again, and they will listen. People in whose home you can drop by at any time and they will happy to see you. It's... something different".<br/><br/>The girl bit her lower lip and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry. I will just... keep to myself. May I leave now?".</div>