Molly stared. Who<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>this man? She had heard of the company embroidered on his lab coat in passing, but never had paid much mind nor cared, really. If the conversation was something she had no real knowledge about, Molly tended to steer clear of it. Aside from his lab coat, and odd pair of glasses, the fellow<span style="font-style: italic">looked</span>normal: although...he had a clipped way of speaking, it seemed. Molly would have to really pay attention to catch everything the man said.<br/><br/>"Yes.. " Molly began softly. "I'm Molly Quinn." A brief pause as she contemplated giving her last name. He had, after all given his. "O'Donnell. Molly Quinn O'Donnell." Was this man really the one who had posted her bail?<span style="font-style: italic">Why?</span>What reason did he have to help her? Molly certainly hadn't recalled ever meeting him before. "Uhm.. " Molly began by clearing her throat. "Mr. Edison, I hope you don't mind me asking.. " Should she ask? What if his reasoning were nefarious? He certainly didn't seem the kind of person. Of course, Molly had lived the last 3 years of her life deceiving others.<br/><br/>"Don't get me wrong, I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>grateful for your kindness.." Molly's face reflected her words. She truly was grateful. "But why?" And how had he known? Was her story already all over the news? With a twinge of regret for her parents, Molly thought how they might feel about her deception. Embarrassed, no doubt. They were always hard working people. Disregarding how he had known of her arrest, what exactly was there to discuss? Molly couldn't help but feel a bubble of anxiety start to form in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't think of any reason the CEO of an engineering company would want to speak with her. She wasn't very intelligent, especially in the field of engineering.