She stared at him, eyes wide. "Of course I think so!" Priscilla nearly tripped over her feet. "And I think you're actually kind of cute," stated Priscilla. She was used to speaking her mind, to being blunt, because no one she spoke with could ever really argue with her. Those she interacted with the most were her father's servants, the household staff which took care of all her needs, but whom she knew didn't like her very much.

She shook her head when Key called her brave. That was the furthest thing from the truth. "I'm a coward. The only reason I ran is because I was too afraid to stay."


The houses and buildings all around where so far from what she was used to. They didn't have that rich quality she had always known. Priscilla started dreading what Key's apartment would be like. She hoped it wasn't some low class hovel.