Alister took note of her being so small and almost cracked a smile at the idea she was like a mini doll. " Hey- I never said I didn't care. "

"Well, you didn't have to." She pushed past him, paying no attention to her bleeding cheek

" You are more stubborn then a mule on steroids. "

She would have said something but held her tongue, keeping silent

" If you are actually on steroids I will laugh my head strait off. "

"I'm not on steroids, you idiot," she snapped. It was true, she wasn't

Alister decided to be a real jerk and said, " You look in the mirror often? "

Electa glares daggers at him as she says, "No. You know what's too bad for you? You can't get a personality transplant."

" At least I don't look like an experiment gone wrong with a personality just as grotesque as the outside of me. Also you don't know me- you only know what you have seen so you cannot make a judgement. "

"I can judge you all I want, thank you! And I bet you don't even have the guts to shoot a gun. I bet you would scream and maybe, if I'm lucky, cry. Now that would be a show."