Roma liked to think she had a level head, and she looked like somebody who should-but she didn't, and that was just one of the many inescapable truths about her life.
- Part 2 of Delinquents
The stranger couldn't have been any older than she was, his hand trembling so fervently she could have mistaken it for her own. It had been the second time someone had pointed a gun at her today, she didn't want to go through this, not again.
She needed someone to stand straight with an unwavering voice, and look her in the eyes and say that she'd be okay. Even if they didn't mean it, she needed to hear it.
- Part 1 of Delinquents