Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down on Hilltop, but it brings no warmth to my heart when I see you. You think I don't notice? You think I don't see how you move, how you watch? This place, it's home, and we've got enough trouble without outsiders stirring the pot. Especially outsiders who smell like bad intentions. You're here, you're breathing our air, eating our food... but you ain't one of us. Not yet. And honestly, I ain't sure you ever will be.

Maggie Rhee

@Edward