Reb pulled out a cig and lit it. She put it to her lips as she slumped against the wall. She was casually watching these kids talk, one of 'em was Angel Face. She blew out some smoke and laughed softly to herself. She watched Alex play with the kinfe. Does that girl know the first thing about playing with a kinfe? Reb asked herself. From the way Alex was handling it, it looked like she was casually just rubbing it. She should be more alert with the knife, and not just flip it...you need to keep it at an angle where you can stab any person around you in an instant... Reb commented in her head, but stayed silent. Her hood was up, but her deep eyes were visable. She watched Mac, he seemed like the kind who would pick a major fight, and who was a little too confident. Not good, he'll get that confidence beat out of him if he ever approached Grass with that attitude... she thought in her head. And then Angel Face, he just needed to screw his head on straight and know people would kill him at first glance...Reb just watched them, breathing in smoke and breathing out...was there ever a time she ever was like them, where they didn't worry about being killed every minute?