Kiira was a kind woman and gentle when she could avoid it. However, the second he grabbed ahold of her chin her entire demeanor changed. The soft look in her eyes hardened over and she hand to take ahold of her wrist to keep from smacking his hand harshly away from her face. She may be tired and hungry but when it came down to it she could fight better than most of the gang bangers out there in her hood. She injured easier but she healed from it a lot faster. The look on her face now was more calm danger. Her eyes hardened over and held mystery and fiesty fire. Still she would not strike unless given further provocation. She merely took on a look of a stone statue. Her features returned to normal and softened again the second he let go of her chin.<br/><br/>She returned to smiling. "Then you should have more of an understanding of why I do this. Instead you seem to look down on me just as if your mind has left that of the boy of the street. However..." she paused and turned her attention. "Had you been one of those out there on these streets nowadays then you'd receive the same from me that I give them. You think I refer to the street as just those outside of gangs? You think I'm a delicate flower who does thinks on the up and up of the law. You'd be sadly mistaking." She pointed at him. "You took your way turned into this hardened to the world man with the card hand life threw you...I took my way to show that there is a positive in every negative."<br/><br/>She lowered her hand and crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the window. "You had no angel of mercy then yet intentional or not you yourself were at least of one time an angel of mercy. You did not have to bid. You could have saved your wealth you earned in whatever ways it was gathered. Instead you bid and you won." She looked at him. "Intentional or not you thus became my one time angel of mercy."<br/><br/>She looked out the window. "You think you know me Mr. Kermichil? Think what you see before you is a sweet weak good little girl? You would be wrong there. You are right Mr. Kermichil. I do not know you. Until now I was not of any opinion yet the obvious based on reaction to your decision of what I did with my treasure." She looked at him. "Ask anyone you want out there. Yeah...I am the angel of mercy. I am the keep the kids on the straight and narrow. The keep them in school so they get the education that I was unable to acquire."<br/><br/>She narrowed his eyes on him. "I am the best damn thief in this town. I can pick any lock no matter how sofisticated. I am a master safe cracker. I may not have an education but I learned and I am the best this hood has to offer. There is always going to be a new safe. That is when you go to the stores and you play around with the merchandise. Learn it and master it like you are exploring a new option. Then you leave. I know how to steal. I have done so. I have done so and yet I do not think only of myself. Sure life on streets can teach you many things. It is angel of mercy to some extent. Yet it...it is also fulfilling to give those who need it...something than you yourself had growing up. As such it does not matter what you say or what you think you will never change my ways."<br/><br/>Her gaze looked out the window. "Life isn't easy and yes...there is things you need to learn. Yet if I can give them a headstart sharing the wisdom I gained than they can thus advance themselves in their own care far quicker and greater than I ever did. You may think it stupid...but to me...it is what makes life worth livign. Giving them reason and will to keep living. To live for who they want to be. Not what life dishes and hands them with a drop of the hat here is what you could be."<br/><br/>She fell silent for a moment. "No...I will do that. I am not a material woman. Material things will not bring you happiness Mr. Kermichil. You can't buy happiness...you create and you earn it. Money...it shall tarnish. Jewels will lose their gleam. Gold its shine. Yet what you earn that is of more worth and value is that of the heart and soul. Trust, love, loyalty...I don't know how it was for you where you lived growing up but here....here things are cut and dry. Black and white. There is always another option if you chose to look for it."<br/><br/>She looked at him as if he was an arrogant man without a damn bit of brain power or common sense yet she never stopped smiling. "I feed myself." She said simply. She smiled a bit yet it was an impish smile. "Silly man...you might be older and have lived life on the streets a lot longer than I have. Yes generally years brings wisdom but not a damn thing you just said...has anything to do with what I am going to do with this check." She said in a sweet nonchalant voice. Looking at him. "See...that is where...you are just being presumptous. That was the now rich man talking. If you listened to that street dude buried within and thought over the facts I've given you then you'd realize how stupid the comments you made following your good point of if I died of starvation really was."<br/><br/>She smiled a dangerous smile. "Maybe wherever you grew up it was diffferent. Here..." She stopped and looked at him with a warm and sweet smile. "Now here...the street...they fight. They quarrel. They go head to head and toe to toe but you put the street against the popo..." She smiled a bit. "You have an allied army against the law enforcement. Street stick together against a common foe...or for something they all equally care about. When that foe is gone it goes back to the same old same old. We can **** up each other but you try and **** up the street....street gonna **** you up."<br/><br/>She then looked back out the window. Her features turned lethal and her gaze honed in on him. "You know nothing of my street family. You have the facts yet make stupid allegations because the facts presented dont' fit inside a neat little box. You don't know us. You don't know the street family. There is all kinds of cred you can have on the street Kermichil...and not always does it have to be because you blood thirsty ruthless and cold blooded killer."<br/><br/>Her smiled returned and she looked otu the window and giggled. "Heh...you amuse me Kermichil. How long you been off the streets? How long it been? Have you spent a day on the streets...in our country Kermichil?" She asked in a calm tone. "Generally life on the streets should be the same. Yet as different mafia and gangs have different traditions and cultures...so does street societies vary from one location to the next." She looked at him warmly. "Its okay though. I don't expect you to agree with me. Or even like me. Or my morals. Or how I do things. Know this though...I may be the street angel of mercy as you put it...but don't underestimate me because I am that way. Nor because I am a woman." Her tone sweet and warm and playful even.<br/><br/>She looked back out the window. "You like money...me...my dream isn't to be famous or wealthy. My money is for my people....for my street family." She smiled a bit. "For even if I die trying to achieve my goals...at least I gave it my all. I will always live by my personal moral code. It is when you lose sight of what you considered your moral code...taht you no longer have the will to keep living. You are not what you own but what you do with what you own." She said sagely.<br/><br/>She smiled a bit. She looked at him. "You might be bad ass. I can see by how you carry yourself. The way you talk. The fact your eyes flash irritation yet your eyes stay calm and cold...you are a far more dangerous adversary than most men who ride inside a limo. I understand that achieving my goal to help the whole...over the sole...means I will be stuck in high society. For me...it is not a blessing or a dream come true." She looked out the window. "It is a trail which will thus make me stronger at weeks end." She smiled a bit. "I see....Aeneas. I like that name." She said with a giggle.<br/><br/>"It suits you. Strong and sexy...like the owner. However, you can be strong in so many ways yet if the heart and soul is weak...in the end...you are of the same strength my body currently holds. You don't have to have a religion...to have faith...in more than material means. There is more to life than pretty clothes and shiny jewels." She looked at him. "Street mother is a retired priest with military background. He has ptsd and slight insanity. Yet he will make sure the check gets to where it is to go. You don't have to believe in what I know is facts but it would be to your downfall to descredit them altogether. However, it is your life as mine is to do and lead as I see fit." She said sweetly.<br/><br/>She looked at the driver. "On one account you are right....most wouldn't be willing to part with it. Yet...in our hood...there a kid who too young to care for himself they will be given food or protection and taught to be able to do so. We are not savages...we are a society." She looked at him. "You should tell your driver to stop here. The bangarang brothers love to disconfigure shiny things...its a bit of an obsession of theirs. I suppose you can call that a friendly piece of advise from the street sister to an ex man of the streets." She said sweetly but the underlying tone was done in a sugary sweet slap to the face with not but words.