I'm startled. "For fuck's sake, I just had my bath, and you're engulfing me in a hug.

I'm sorry to say it makes me feel dirty again," she says softly, gently moving her away from me.

I look at Cara in shock, wondering what could be going through her mind to behave in such a manner. But her voice is somber as she asks, "Don't you like it here?"

I stare at her in disbelief, wondering what she means by "don't you like it here."

"Care to explain, ma'am?" I ask in a mocking tone.

She stomps her feet like an erring child. "I'm not joking, Lyra. Don't you like...