Still... I want to look like that. People like you when you look like that. They think you're a goddess. Nobody would ever think about me like that. They don't make fun of people who look like a goddess. If I can't have friends, then at least I could be beautiful?

[Issues? She's got 'em. Like a whole subscription.]

Because it doesn't matter how long they've been here. It's as soon as they meet me, they get sent home. Like there's something wrong with me, I think. I'm bad luck, maybe.