He's got the wrong idea. [ It's said firmly, and there's a flash of indignation in her eyes at the mention of the idea, even if it's not directed at him. ] We're not taking anything from anybody. I understand how it might look, I suppose, but that's never been --

[ She shakes her head, and then after a beat, says: ] Take a left here.

[ She waits until he's made the turn before she turns partway in her seat, examining him for a long moment ]

So what are they? Or are they dreams you don't wanna share with the class?