“Eh, I’m still young,” Dani shrugged. “I’ll make it through the day, if I want. Might pass out at 6PM, but I’ll make it. I’ve done worse in my time.” Of course, the kicker was that Dani wasn’t that young anymore; she was pushing thirty, and if she was unlucky (always possible with her), she’d be spending the remainder of her 20s in this hole that the world forgot. At least she had people like Hazel to keep her somewhat distracted about that.
He didn’t seem to care all that much about what the agents did or didn’t do, where they went or didn’t go. She was suddenly almost jealous she didn’t have him as a handler – or she would have been, if it wouldn’t mean that she couldn’t be on the same team as Jett.
Through another spoonful of ice cream, Dani responded: “I mean, it seems like something you should probably be concerned with, but whatever, man. You gotta do you.” She scoffed at his remark about people appreciating their beds and the ability to sleep in. “Guess you should’ve picked another job then, bucko – maybe one where you don’t have to be in charge of a group of people who probably don’t wanna be around here with nothing to do but sleep in.”