"I don't know..." she said uncertainly seeming much more like the 18 year old girl she was than a hardened criminal when she wasn't behind a gun "Whats good?"<br/><br/>"So, order something, I'm not gonna point a gun to your head or anything. I'm too innocent for that.."<br/><br/>His words were like a slap in the face and she jerked back a little her jaw clenching some and had not forgotten completely about the angry welt on her cheek.. She glared at him for a moment, "Look.." she said "you don't know me so don't judge me alright? I don't have to take this...I don't need some hand out from you." She knew that she was being a little over dramatic but she hated it when people assumed she wanted this life when the truth was she wanted anything but.