Frowning at Rebecca's reply, Alexa took a bite chewing slowly. As she swallowed, she rolled her eyes, "More frustrated." Sighing, she shrugged, "Work...Warren..." She glanced back down at the Prophet, pulling it onto her lap, the front page had been ripped out, and scanning the second page absent-mindedly her eyes fell of a picture of a murderer. Her father's murderer. Swallowing, her eyes grazed through, and she slumped back in her chair pushing the prophet away. "He got out."

Her head snapped up as she heard a voice from the door. Smiling thinly at the woman, she sighed sadly at Becky, "I'll see you later then."