"Like we're ever that lucky." A part of her will always regret not going for the Ryman Campaign job. The team that had ended up covering it had actually quit halfway through the campaign when it had gotten a little too hot for them. George was sure they'd have been better at it. She was sure Vice President Tate had secrets he wasn't sharing. Creepy guy that he was.

Not like they could do anything about it from here. She rests her head on his shoulder.

"We're gonna step outside our room and everything's going to be fire. Or zombies. But I guess that would be lucky for some of us, huh?"