"Of course there's things we can do. And we are doing them," he said stoutly. Or at least she was. He was stuck behind a bloody desk. "And if we don't have light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't much point in fighting, is there?"
He opened his bag of crisps - his one indulgence. He'd found if he didn't watch what he ate, the pounds would start to creep on now that he was sitting most of the day. "We've beaten them before, Savage, though you're probably too young to remember. We'll do it again, too."