"And what pray tell are you supposed to be exactly?"

Alexandra chuckles momentarily, masked by her hoodie as she paces back and forth.

"Under what stretch of the imagination do you genuinely think that people still care? I mean.. if they thought you were dead and buried.. they continued to think it for a reason kiddo. People like you should stay dead and buried."

She pulls her hood down, shaking out her hair.

"If you want to step to Satellite, you have to go through me first. And before you sit there and go.. hey.. who's the babe. Know this. I could dig my nails so deep into your eyes, pop them out of your head and feed them to the crows. Never blinking an eye."