She folded her good arm on the table and rested her chin on her wrist, watching him, then chuckled. "Mr. Creed used to say, all the time 'Sure, it's nice to think someone will take care of you but you gotta face it. People get hurt, people leave, and people die. In all those cases you're left alone, so you are going to damn well learn to do for yourself, and just be grateful when someone else offers'." The impression was full of rumbly snarling, as if Mr. Creed was just this side of a humanoid tiger or lion.

Either that or a really angry man most the time.

"Damned if he wasn't right."