Erica had her own passions and work that filled her evenings. She'd always been passionate, and that passion had led her to college, where her horizons had expanded. There were so many ways the kind were hurting themselves, hurting the planet they all shared. Though she didn't have a clearly liberal or conservative view, she got behind the idea that people really cared about these issues, and supported that joie de vivre.  It didn't hurt that the most active activists were most often young, healthy college coeds.  She went to various meetings or social functions, protests and rallies, and not a few less than legal forms of resistance.  Wherever there was fire in the eyes, she felt called to draw it out. Right now she was working on the flyers for a protest next month, and the art was trickier than she had expected, her sojourn to retrieve Alfred having broken her flow with the group and they had more changes by the deadline she'd set. Still, Alfred was worth it.<br/><br/>She sat at her drawing table, sketching out some ideas to fit with the altered text. Hunched over her work, she didn't notice the hours passing. Though she would be loathe to admit it, part of why she and Cass worked well was because they were more similar than either of them realized, but different enough to make things interesting.