There was a time when all the roads and bridges in Pittsburgh had been well maintained. At least, according to her grandfather, they were.

People liked to talk. Just because they ran out of facts didn't stop the mouth from flapping.

The restaurant had been an expensive French cuisine place with a stunning view of downtown Pittsburgh. The dining room had been done in elaborate crown moldings with massive crystal chandeliers. At one time people had had to pay a hundred dollars for a plate of fancy food and amazing views. The elegant room now acted as the commune's common area. Normally it looked as if a tornado had dumped a thrift store onto a French palace. Today, though, it looked like several toy stores had been added on top of the usual chaos.

(Usagi) As usual, she looked like she could plow through hell while drinking tea with one pinkie raised.

So many people just wanted part of the package that was Law. They didn't want her to be independent and capable. They called it "male" as if no woman could do what she did and still be a woman.