I'm more used to uh. "Used to fighting Russians and giant flesh monsters" is a strong term for my comfort with the last 48 hours, but you know. Beats slinging ice cream.

[ It has..... not been a long time since the last time her worldview was shaken, so like. Whatever! ]

Nice to meet you too. Where... are the zombies? You know, so I can plan the next vacation I can afford in... thirty-seven years or so.