Noah rubbed the back of his neck and scrubbed a hand through his unruly hair.
"Yes, well. The lottery," he said, and couldn't school the sourness out of his voice. "I'd say congratulations, but it would be hypocritical of me given that I think the whole thing is a massive violation of our rights as free citizens--if indeed we are that any more, which I sincerely doubt."
His mouth quirked. "But you don't need to hear me expound on the many failings of the system, I'm sure. Have you contacted your intended yet?"