Fred glanced over to see Alex as he came nearer. She gave a bitter snort at his question. "More like bad year," she replied, "Bad decade." She looked up at the destroyed target. She then let herself fall back to lie in the grass. She was not quite as caring about the cleanliness of her clothes as her friend. Her clothes likely cost about thirty dollars at most, and that was when they were new.
"Sup?" she asked without actually looking at him. "Manage to escape your presidential duties for a bit?" She then gave a small chuckle, "Seriously. How the hell did that happen?" This was one of the ways she had managed to keep the conversation off her lately. Others liked to talk about themselves after all, so it usually worked. That or snark. One of the two ways worked. Except for that time with James.