Molly is shocked

Molly looks at Marcus. "What did you say?"

"What the hell do you think you're here for, girl?" Marcus said.

One of the athletic looking guys came up to Molly and took her arms, smiling warmly at her. Molly looked up at him, and couldn't help smiling back.

"Hi, Molly. I'm Jamal."

"Hi," she said shyly, glancing over at the camera that had followed Jamal and was now capturing every moment.

"Nice to meet you. You know, we're all here waiting for you. All of this is for you."

"Me?"

"Yes," Jamal continued. "Did you know any black guys in Iowa?" She shook her head. "But you're not a racist, right?"

"No, I'm not a racist!" she protested.

"Alright, well, prove it..."