Lita shakes her head to Kairi "I am sorry, that is impossible. Once transfer is made it can never be made again." Her smile is sad as she thinks of Earth, wondering how much it's changed since she was taken in 1994, 16 long years ago.<br/><br/>"You are lucky, Mr. Black is kind to those who obey." she gestures to the food "most house masters do not feed slaaf's until they have earned it."<br/><br/>The girls seem calm about this, that is good. Perhaps the adjustment will be easier then expected. Her head turns to the one called Fatima "As am I. I was born in Delaware. There is no America here, there is no UN. There is nothing to protect any of us should we disobey. Please believe me and do not run. The results are....."<br/><br/>Lita's voice trails off as tears gather in her eyes. She remembers her best friend, taken with her, who ran. Mr. Black took Lita to the sex mill she was taken to. Let her see the conditions and the husk of her friend. Lita shudders and stands, making her way to the bar.<br/><br/>The glass is set on the table with a soft clink as she pours a large glass of whiskey. Mr. Black will punish her for drinking without permission but the memories....the memories are worse then any punishment.