"Yeah. Great woman. Not bad in a fight." Dean didn't add that she was a very good kisser and then some. He just nodded and smiled. His eyes lifted to the menu. He knew what he wanted.
"You've got food. You're not worried about the world coming to an end because you or someone you know is about to pull the wrong lever, save the wrong person, walk into the wrong door. You get the idea. You're not responsible. Not trying to play the 'who has it worse' game. Just saying, I don't think you can beat the shit we're going through." He winked at her and looked around.
"It's not..." He turned completely around to stare at the building he knew wasn't there earlier. "What the hell?"