Robin, Tess, and [OPEN]
Tess throws her hands up in exasperation. "Well, clearly, you're not prepared for the apocalypse if it involves alien, mutant mistletoe," she points out.
"Girls," she says incredulously. "Not nerd shit or conspiracy theories or.... knives or whatever."
But it's 5:15 AM and they're stuck, so she shrugs. "Sure, whatever. Girls. They're pretty and they smell nice."