Johnny flopped back down on the couch. He took another drink of wine then idly swirled the liquid around in the glass.
He tilted his head, looking at Helena. She was being serious again and using big words. The collapse of civilization wasn't a preferred topic at the best of times.
"Nah." Johnny gave a shrug. "We're pretty resilient. 'Sides, someone'll figure things out. Really. It'll all work out somehow."