Carrie was surprisingly cool. Maybe it was all the death and misery around them that made her less inclined to fight with the person she loved most in the world. She ignored his tone. "I remember us having this discussion in London and I won because I had the power of logic on my side."
And then... there was a man preaching. In the middle of the city falling apart, this asshole took out the time to spread his hate speech. It'd be funny to Carrie if she hadn't witnessed so many bodies in the streets. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Oh Christ. Seriously?" Dick didn't seem to hear her as he surged forward and punched the preacher. She raised a brow, not stopping him because the guy totally deserved it.
A little tense? "Just a little." She rubbed her arms for warmth and cracked her neck. "Let's go home," she said, sounding very tired and down.