[Alice looks a touch serious even for all the lightness of her head as she speaks, still leaning firmly back in her chair.]

It does come with the territory, yes. I was once told that the people expect action and correction of their problems before trust can be given. Blankets and food lines can only do so much and real systemic change is difficult to say the least.

[She sighs out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding there. It feels strange to be so at ease. Her gaze drifts around the room a moment but it's ... distant. Her mind has floated off to the moments before she left home, that day spent hunched over the radio receiver in a room separate from everyone else but intimately connected through the static-filled voices through the speaker.]

Sometimes there are those people who like a flower in the ground are stepped on too often and can't find the will to raise themselves up in time. They look to society at first, they cry for help and no help comes. They are trampled again and again and eventually they either die or they say, "No more! I won't take this!" and they fight back.

I don't blame them for that fight.