Esther sighed a little, smiling.  This was almost normal, which was just about right.  He was way too nervous to head behind the bleechers with.  Not to mention she wasn't sure she wanted to take him to a nice and secluded spot, considering what had happened the last time.  She moved toward the track and decided to take a lap with him.<br/><br/>"Mom tells me I was born in Hugo, Oklahoma.  But my birth certificate apparently says I was delivered in Casper, Wyoming.  Which I like better.  If it every becomes haunted, at least it might be friendly."  It was a lame joke, but she figured he might like lame just now.  She certainly didn't have any problems with it.  "My point is I've never actually seen my birth certificate.  As far as I know, I'm from fucking everywhere.  I have a childhood memory of almost every somewhere between Tiauana and Alberta."  She narrowed her brow a bit.  She hated talking about this, or used to.  But now, she didn't.  Now, it seemed kind of cool that she'd been around so many places, whereas before, she just blamed her mother for being insane.  She took a deep breath, still getting used to it, feeling the sun shining on her bare skin and relishing the slighter but present drumbeat inside her, making her feel more vivid, more alive, albeit less so than the Jessica Rabbit feeling she'd had earlier that day.<br/><br/>"So, you can tell me." She said, easily, giving a glare to a jock running by who seemed interested that the two fringies were being buddy/buddy.  "It might be hard to scare me."  She said with a grin.  "After that shit in Alfhiem, Colorado, anyhow."  She shrugged.  Nordic Cultists on Motorcycles.  It was a harrowing memory, but one her teenage self liked to recall from time to time.  Another thing turned more pleasant, post-bargaining.<br/><br/>She could, of course, compel him to tell her.  But she didn't want to, just yet.  It was stupid, really, but she at least wanted to feel like she wasn't a bad person right now.  Marshall was good for that, for the moment.  Shallow as it was, she was using this as an excuse to remind herself she was still a friendly, helpful, and insightful young woman.  One who was often misunderstood, often bitter, and incidentally had torn someone's life promise from them during sex this very morning, because the symbiotic tattoo giving her god like powers was hungry.  But, you know, everyone has a secret.<br/><br/>Wow, I'm a hypocrite, she thought to herself.