"I mean...I<em>was</em>chasing you.  I just wanted to know why you were running away from me, but it sounds like it's got something to do with all this business going on here.  I wasn't going to hurt you.  And...no, I wasn't gay."  I paused.  "Oh God.  I'm a girl.  That likes girls.  That makes me gay now, right?"  I looked over at Ingress, what with her clipped Oxford accent that did this thing to my nipples and<em>oooooh</em>I could feel them getting hard in my DD-sized bra right now and-no.  No.  Bad Rudy.  "But...there was, the," I coughed, "magazine.  From the other night.  I dropped the one with the guys in it like it was a live grenade, but when I looked through the one with the girls, I felt...nothing.  And trust me, I know me well enough to know that I should have been feeling something by looking in there.  Yes, okay, they were in varying degrees of undress, but the point was that there weren't<em>all</em>the clothes still on."<br/><br/>I tried to think about it.  "But, when I thought about, uh, 'compound,'" I tried to imitate how Ingress said it, knowing I wasn't anywhere close, but just that I knew I was trying was enough to make me feel warm, "uh...oh God.  Retribution."  I looked at Ingress.  "Am I gay?  Or am I just gay...for you?"  The question hung in the air quietly for a few moments.  It...made sense.  If this Alice assumed I had been chasing Ingress with bad intentions, thinking I was having sexy thoughts about her, her turning me into someone who would have plenty of sexy thoughts about them, and making my pursuit of Ingress because I could no longer<em>be</em>aroused by anyone else...<br/><br/>"Let's...set that off to the side.  We need to figure out what I am.  Or who.  Or...and Alice.  You said she doesn't take sides, but she clearly acted to protect Ingress, thinking I was one of this gang.  If she cares enough about Ingress to do that, and can write the rules as she sees fit, why is this gang still here?"