"I like it when you rant," Morag said generously, peeling off a slice of pizza and depositing it unceremoniously upon her friend's plate. She was already half a slice deep into her own, and her stomach mewled out its protest at how quickly she was shoving the food in her face, earning it a brief respite so she could sip at her beer again. It dangled loosely between her fingers and she gestured with it on occasion.
"Most people who complain don't think back to what it was like with purists running the place," she agreed, though her own thoughts didn't run entirely parallel to Sally-Anne's -- maybe a bit parallel, before it veered off into a roundabout of her own ethical making. Comparisons didn't mean much; things were better in some ways, but that didn't make them good or just. Safety at the cost of freedom was different to terrorism, but had its own drawbacks... but she wasn't in the mood for a philosophical debate on humanistic individualism.
"What's important now is how the Ministry deals with the pressure. We're living in interesting times." To put it mildly.