Red turned and looked at Mika on the ground. She walked over, pulling a metal flask from her pocket as she did. She plopped down next to the lycan and handed her the flask, "It's whiskey. Michael likes me to hold onto it for him because I keep it warm. He likes it really warm. It's supposed to be a good kind too but I really wouldn't know. They don't let me have any." She ran her fingers through the long grass and flowers and said softly, "We're only trying to make the world safe so people don't have to live in fear. I was just a baby when they took me in. I kinda remember my parents. It's just voices really and I can remember their faces. That's all though. My family says they killed them because they had been terrorizing a lot of people. I was innocent though so they took me in and raised me to be helpful and to protect people."