Selina chuckled darkly. She wouldn't call herself an optimist, but she could certainly look at the brighter side of things when she had to. And she often had to.
"I can't say I know much about dealing with the President," she murmured, picking her glass back up, "But you can't refuse? Be a conscientious objector? That's what they're saying a lot of boys are gonna do, now that the draft's going to be in full swing,"
She realized this was naive, and swallowed hard. "Though I guess you're in a rather different place in this war, aren't you?"