Madison returned the look, though hers was tinged more with 'I've spent most of my life dealing with fuckwits and it seems that trend will continue!' She really should've known better, but at least she was away from a system that used and discarded young women like her as though they were tissues.

"Oh, good. For a second there, I was scared I'd have to pass someone wrenches or something. I don't even know what people mean when they say there are two kinds of screwdrivers, fuck asking me for anything more detailed. But if there's an ass which needs kicking, I'll be more than happy to do so." Maybe she was looking forward to that part too much.

She knew she had anger management problems, she'd been given all kinds of tricks and advice for how to handle it but none of them seemed to work the way going at a heavy bag for an hour seemed to.

"Yeah, gotta say that if the luck everyone seems to be having holds up, they're gonna be like something out of 'Alien.'" She couldn't help smirking a little, now that would be a challenge. "But, plague? There's a plague here, too? Jesus, did someone fall out of the bad luck tree and nail every single branch on the way down?"

"How stupid are we talking about here? On a scale of one to we're fucked?"