She crossed her legs. It was an uncharacteristically feminine gesture on her part. "Between you and me, darling," she said, deciding to be merciful, "allying yourself with me is tantamount to social suicide around here. I'm not a popular person. I speak my mind. I'm not a follower. And I don't suffer fools."

And there were plenty of fools around here.

"I rather fancy you a bit, so this is a warning. A genuine warning for your own protection. I'm not a valuable friend to have."