Oh, she is an Scottish lassie not an English girl. From my experience, tone down with the memes, if you ask her she may say she is okay and fine with it but subcsconsouly and in the future great chances for resentment. But she may grow up to be a beautiful 22yo and look back at 14yo pictures of herself and look so different she is unrecognizable and feels normal again.

There's Yakuza among the ancestral land of the Japanese.
There are triads among the ancestral land of the han Chinese
There's Italian Mafia families among the ancestral land of the Italians

Everyone should carry a weapon. In fact it works on the consciousness of wrong doers as a deterrent, one stab on your thigh can leave you with nervous system consequences for the rest of your life. Your nervous system enters in crisis and a new mode of consciousness will emerge for you to continue because likely you will not be able to play sports, not run away from police in other criminal attempts.
Natural law absolutely creates itself.

It was during a break in the expedition, in a small coastal town in southern France, that she met Julien Moreau. It was a rainy autumn afternoon, the humid air thick with the smell of strong coffee and fresh bread in a modest cafe near the base. Julien, 18, sat alone at a corner table, trying to blend into the furniture. His messy brown hair fell over warm brown eyes that avoided any prolonged contact. His young, athletic body – earned through solitary gym sessions and morning runs to escape his thoughts – was hidden under a baggy t-shirt and worn jeans, as if he wanted to minimize his presence in the world. The only child of a poor family, Julien lived in isolation, filling empty days with Linux programming, diving into hacking communities out of pure technical curiosity – exploring system vulnerabilities like an intellectual puzzle, no malicious intent, but drawn to the sense of control in a world where he felt powerless. He also consumed controversial historical material, like documentaries and texts on Hitler, fascinated by the mechanics of power and collapse, a solitary way to process his own insignificance. His low self-esteem was a constant weight: an inner voice whispering he was unworthy, boring, insufficient. Talking about himself was agony – every word felt like exposing his fragility, and he feared being invasive, as if his mere existence could impose on others unwantedly.