Tiffani: SIMON, WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO GO? DO YOU REALLY...
NOT REMEMBER YOUR FAMILY?
Simon: SO SAD, RIGHT?
WELL, I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
Tiffani: I'M NOT JUDGING. IT JUST HELPS...
EXPLAIN HOW YOU ENDED UP WITH THE THIEVES.
Simon: REALLY, YOU THINK? A YOUTH WITH NO FAMILY, JOINING THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO WOULD TAKE HIM IN, NO MATTER HOW DESPICABLE THEY ARE? WHAT A NOVEL STORY. IT WASN'T QUITE SO SIMPLE, THOUGH.
Tiffani: AS A YOUTH? WHAT DID YOU DO BEFORE, AS A BOY? HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?
Simon: TOO MANY QUESTIONS. JUST...
GO WITH SHIARA AND FIND A JOB, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO EAT STOLEN FOOD. I HAVE THINGS TO TAKE CARE OF AND WILL BE BACK TONIGHT.
Tiffani: SIMON...
Shiara: HERE ARE CLOAKS SIMON MENTIONED.
Tiffani: CAN I EVEN TRUST HER? SIMON, WHY DID YOU ABANDON ME?
Tiffani: I'M HUNGRY. SO DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I COULD DO FOR A JOB?
Shiara: THAT DEPENDS ON WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT. ACCOUNTING, ARTS, FASHION DESIGN? YOU PROBABLY WANT TO ESCAPE MANUAL LABOR, RIGHT?
Tiffani: I DON'T KNOW. MY TUTORS SAID I HAD A GOOD MIND FOR ACCOUNTING.
Shiara: LET'S TRY THAT.
