"...Hm." Lisa grunts, watching him move and taking in his words. "For all I think you're up to, I never figured the fate of the whole world was on your mind. So what exactly are you doing for the benefit of this theoretical man?"
She slides off the desk and sits in Julian's chair.
"The short version is because I live there. It's my grounds, and I'm not about to let people trying to turn other people into a recreational product run roughshod over it. The longer version... I was brought up in privilege. Not upper-crust, but middle-class America enough that I never needed to worry about windows getting bashed in when I went to sleep at night. Police were people you instinctively trusted to protect you. Now at least some of them are in league with or at least giving a pass to organ harvesters? That pisses me off."
If she's ruffled about being asked about that subject, it doesn't show.
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