Michael listened closely at first, a curious look on his face. But when she admitted what she wanted, he smiled widely at her.<br/><br/>"That sounds great, Rebecca. And yes, of course I would be glad to help. Shall we go someplace where we can sit and talk - in private?" he asked, looking around. "I mean, I'd like to talk to you about certain things... that you might not want to discuss in the open, even if it looks like no one else is paying us any attention," he said. "But yes, I do want to help you, very much, and I can see that you are definitely capable of redemption. You're not too far gone yet, Rebecca. It might be a challenge for you, but I know you have it in you to succeed."<br/><br/>He looked around again, then paused. He pulled one of his hands out of his coat pocket and pointed across the street. "There, a coffee shop. We could probably get a booth there in a quiet corner and chat, if you'd like. You don't have to consider it a date or anything," he said. "Or, we can go somewhere more private if you prefer."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>