"I met him a while ago. I told him...I was on the run. From my Keeper. From<em>her</em>..." She spits the last word with such venom. "He said he'd protect me...I asked him why. He said it was his duty." She seemed a lot more calm now, but still very sad over Micheal's death. "We were friends-nothing more. But...I guess I had feelings for him. I don't really know. It's...it's just so hard to tell what I really feel...you know?"<br/><br/>At this point, Angelo peeks his head in. "Hey, they're offering us food, they got soda and beer, you guys want me to get you anything?"