Kiira honestly wasn't comfortable with the limo thing. She was respectful as street or not she was smart enough to know you take a situation and make the best of it. She'd much rather own a run down regular bicycle over one of these. This was a shocker. Unreal...yes. Not in the oh my god this is a dream come true. In the this is too high class and just so many ways this sort of wealth is obtained. She had no desires for wealth and fortune. She was not a material woman. She didn't dream of pretty clothes and fancy jewelry. Big clothes and rich things. She was a very simple woman. Yes nearly almost anyone would find this a dream come true. Not her though. It would be a make the best of this extreme until I can get back to reality. She never dreamed of being a princess. Her dreams were simpler and only to help others not live as she had.<br/><br/>Her dreams were to make a wonderful home for street kids. A place for homeless mothers and their babies to have their own small apartments to live in. A roof over their heads. Hot water. Fresh water. Food to eat. Clothes to wear. Her own dreams were simple. A small roof over her head. Food. Education. No more clothes than necessary. To be able to help others. She wasn't going to know how to handle being treated like a princess. That was never a dream of hers. No...she believed that there was always someone out there who had it worse than you. This wouldn't be a dream come true it would be a trial. She was going to be unhappy having to live in a fancy place around fancy things for a week. When the week was over it would be great. She could resume her life of caring for others and keep street kids out of crime and in school. Of helping those worse off than her. She would be thrilled when this week was over and back to the streets she could go.<br/><br/>She was lost in thought and as such hadn't noticed him admiring her breasts. She was lost in thought. Okay...subconsciously she had as her cheeks flushed a rose petal pink across the tops much you would imagine to see inside of an anime. She was thinking about the street sister's and brothers. About the homeless mothers and their little ones. Her eyes noted that he was on her chest and flushed a bit more noticably now. She saw in his eyes when he looked at hers. "Outskirts between ghetto and lower middle class. Outskirts is no mans land. My street sisters and brothers are not in no man's land." She said to the driver. "Thank you sir." she said to him. Her gaze looking at him. She had seen the flicker of irritation at her question to him. Tilting her head a bit and blinked a bit.<br/><br/>She looked to her check and then to him. "Indeed it is but...I went there not just for me but for a hopeful way to help all my street brothers and sisters. Both kids far too young to be trapped in a life like that and those who are older yet look to me nonetheless for guidance. Not for charity...the fact the hospital depicted in the flyer was the one that helped our hood was a bonus. No...when I saw I could volunteer and get money so that they would all, plus the homeless mothers with their babies, have a real meal tonight...it was perfect. An answer to hopes and prayers." She looked at him. "What I wish is to use it to help those who need it more. To help others I see who ended up streets like me at such a young age. Or mothers who lost their homes and have mouths to feed."<br/><br/>She looked out the window. "I suppose you wouldn't be able to know how I see it. I wish to use this check to help all of them. Those I like to keep smiling and happy. To give guidance and be there for. This check was for me to help them. That is what I wish to do with it. That is why I even went and volunteered there." She said honestly. She looked at him. How many homes must one need? She wondered to herself. She looked at the driver. "The outskirts to the hood and the ghetto driver. I do apologize for the confusion. I just do not wish to bring trouble to this limo and those inside it due to wishing to help those who are mine. It won't take overly long." She said kindly.<br/><br/>She looked back at him. "I live by a personal favorite saying of mine. I have lived twenty human years where some of these kids have been thrown. My favorite saying is something I firmly believe in. I saw your irritation flicker in your eyes mr. kermichil. I am hungry...yes. I will get myself food so that I may be stronger. There are others who are hungrier still. Yet because I wish to be stronger so that I can help others stay strong I know that I too must eat some.. My favorite saying is a dose of reality or whatever you want to call it Mr. Kermichil...to me...it is a big part of my own personal code of morals. My main philosophy on life. It is the guidelines by which I lead my own life so that I may thus guide others in theirs. Younger ones who have to deal with the same things I did. Help them learn from my mistakes so that they can not make the same and thus become better people anyways.."<br/><br/>She stopped for a moment. "My favorite saying is that there is always someone who is worse off than you. Caring for others will better yourself. There is light around every corner." She looked at him. Looking back out the window. "My likes are when I am able to help the street kids and can...so I do. I like to cheer others up. Especially those who have no one. I enjoy making others laugh. Especially when they are down or having a hard time. Like most women I really love flowers." She paused fora  breath. "My dislikes are seeing younger children suffer. I wish to help them not suffer as I did despite living the streets like I had done at their age. I wish to help them not have to grow up without there being one person who supports and believed in me. I don't like having to avoid gangs that are new in the area. I do not wish to have to be violent when I wish to be a good example to my street siblings. I dislike watching mothers who are homeless unable to feed their own little ones."<br/><br/>She looked at him. "Yes. I am aware I am also on the streets. That at times I am hungry. Or I could have new clothes yet..." She smiled a mysterious expression. "I am not as bad off as some. There is those who have less. Or have worse conditions or situations. There is others who may need it more. By helping others I can thus help myself be a better person. No matter how I do things to survive. It is why those in the ghetto all call me sister whether they are older or younger. Just because we of the street do not do things like those who are not. Or live outside the ghetto and the hood...does not make us uncivilized or heathens. We have a society that those who have enough to make ends meet or far more could never understand. Yes...there is that side reported on the news but there is a side that goes on behind the scenes...your world could never know or understand."<br/><br/>She smiled and looked back out the window.