She looks quickly to the side before leaning forward over the table. It isn't something to be shouted, mostly because it's not the most charitable of thoughts. "They worry so much about which boy talked to them at the clubs, or how intoxicated they became the night before. Some barely scrape by in the classes and they detest all of the work we must do out of class. But to have this opportunity for an education, and to be able to help others when we are done? Isn't that a gift of sorts?"