"Ouch. We became the Rusties," Adam said, putting his free hand to his chest as if he'd been injured by the remark. The thought of civilization being hit hard by an apocalypse sobered him however. "That's rough. Really rough." And not a future he wanted to look forward to. It hadn't looked like a possibility in his reality but here? Who knew.
"Pretties? Special Circumstances?" He glanced over at her, an eyebrow arching. "That sounds kind of...strange."