Luke snorted. Nick's death had been so random because as far as he was aware the older guy hadn't been sick or ill. The temptation to summon him and ask him what the hell, man was strong but they hadn't done that after Kitty had died, he wasn't about do it now, if not just because he'd get a slap upside the head from the Beyond, or wherever they were. "I know, old age is really starting to wisen me up," he responded with a boyish grin.
He tilted his head, watching her lips as she spoke and then pursed his lips in thought before responding, almost totally deadpan, "Okay, so no. Atlantic City and Summerview are literally all that's left of America. The rest of it's a desolate wasteland, like that movie with Vigo Mortensen in it-- uh, The Road? I had to hitchhike my way home punching zombies in the face."
He chuckled at himself a moment later, though, breaking any poker face. Maeve would be so disappointed. "The country is going to shit, though, that's not a lie. I mean- it's just going to shit. And there's more anti-us sentiment out there than there used to be. Even helping detectives solve cases didn't stop some of the others from being total dickwads."