Kerina stood in front of the Security Office door again. Dressed in a shabby knee length skirt a cute necklace with a Princess Aurora pendant on it and a wrinkled faintly stained and yellowing white blouse, Kerina felt a churning in her tummy. She didn't want to go in there, didn't want to see Pat the gross security guard again, but she had to. Her stuff should be there now, and she needed her keys to get back into her dorm room.
Jack had walked her back to the uni campus; she had insisted she was okay and didn't need anyone to look out for her, but he said he was walking this way anyway. She was glad he had decided to because not long after she left Dmitri's horrible shop, walking along the busy Lewis Street, bare foot and feeling shabby, a guy had pulled over in his car and asked her what she charged. Kerina hadn't understood at first, then she had reddened and stammered for a response as she realised he thought she was a prostitute. Jack told the guy to get lost, but people were staring at her like she was a junkie or something.