Nous is from the suburbs. A tiny part of her wished she had grown up in 'da hood', but then she immediately dismisses that idea because it's terrible. You don't need to grow up in an impoverished area to experience the culture of your family and people. She still isn't going to speak like she's something she isn't. That's called being a poser. She learned that from the punk kids in high school. Font of knowledge, high school is.
"I'm investigating a story about the guy who shot lightning from his hands. Maybe I'll write something about it if it turns out to be true."
She puts on her best skeptic's face. She wasn't lying, and it isn't like she wasn't skeptical about writing a story about it. Sometimes the best answers are just truths that leave out the pertinent information.
"Or I guess it's the story about the power lines collapsing and electrocuting someone. Yeah, that's the one. But what would you know, it's not like you run this street."
She goes with the bluff. Nothing pisses her off more still than someone telling her she 'don't know shit'. It did when she was that age and it's never gone away. She wasn't good with kids, but she had no idea if she was good with hood rats. She's about to find out.
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