[A small crowd of circling spokespersons and recruiters moves down the street. Their obvious center is a tall woman with a star designed suit, squared hair, and sharp glasses not of this time nor this place. She's turning her head ever so slightly as she walks and maybe listens to her congregation.]

Surely you have to have something to say to our youth. A few words of encouragement is all I ask for. [The first woman pulls in front of her, only to have Garnet side-step her. The second ducks in from the side and aims to keep her pace.] Charity, please, you do so much for us already. Why not let us show you some appreciation? You deserve to be paid dear.

[Garnet stops turning her head as she spots someone who looks as much of an import as she does and heads straight for them. The third and final woman meekly follows, fills up her lungs with all the courage she can muster and manages to shout out:] Can I have an autograph?

[Garnet pauses, turns.] Your education system is flawed, but you will escape your fate if you so choose. No, thank you. And, okay. [She measures out quickly grabbing a pen clearly meant to be used on a notebook and signins the last woman's shirt instead. She drops the pen and turns to her target, the nearest import, and moves to either wave them along or place a hand on their shoulder and keeps going.]

My friend and I need to get going, goodbye.