Veronica shot him a mildly annoyed look but laughed softly. "Well you see, Junior Warbucks, us not-so-Warbucks types gotta go where the clothes and Pop Tarts are cheaper." Pointed to her temple. "It's called, 'Smart thinking'. And it's often necessary to survive when the budget is tight. Sadly I was not reimbursed my year at Hearst when I was dragged here in my sleep."
She sat back in the seat and sighed, looked out the window a long moment, several moments as she thought about what to say in regards to the snazzy new Veronica, and finally she glanced at him. "Look I just. . don't want to fight. You're all I've got here and. .regardless of what I said I don't hate you. I don't want to be alone here so, can we try to get along? Make it a goal or something?"