"I'm from Minneapolis, Minnesota, but I've been pretty much everywhere in the Midwest -- except to Dexter." With a roll of her shoulders, she carried on, as though this were the most natural thing in the world. Once the initial panic had worn away, Mel had gone right back to being Mel -- and running around with her hands flailing in the air was certainly not the way she had lived her life. This -- one step at a time -- was how she had always survived, through school, through her miscarriage, and through rehab. It was also how she planned to survive the Island.
"But I was living in Chicago when this all happened." She gestured around to the empty town. "I never liked small towns much. I never really fit in... Working with machines is kind of a boy's club." The way she said it, too, was in that laid-back, oh-well sort of way she had. "People in big cities don't care who fixed their vacuum so long as it runs."