"Not really," Mai sighed, "This whole planet is just dull."

Mai found everything dull, though. She slides her gaze toward Nima in that way that never quite moves her head around. It's all in the eyes. A skill you pick up when you're told you can't turn your head, you have to sit still and you absolutely must be perfect for your father's guests.

"Why would I give to charity?"

She's rich. Or was.