“Oh, you know,” she scoffed. “That thing that makes you tear up whenever you listen to ‘I Dreamed a Dream?’ And don’t pretend that you don’t. I see you and I hear you.”
Carly rolled her eyes right back at him. “Really? What else do you and your new friends do? Talk about training, plan for your next time on the range, discuss new techniques…?” She smirked and scooped a handful of popcorn. “Maybe you should, I don’t know, ask them to get together and have a beer or something. Isn’t that a thing that normal people do when they’re not locked in a shady government bunker?”
When he tilted his head slightly towards her and remarked that she was stuck with him, her grin deepened. She pinched his chin between her fingers and nodded. “Right answer, Bishop. I’d hate to have to yell at you the first time you hear my voice.”