"You'd think the singer girl would've been enough warning for people to start watching their backs."

Hello, Wash. It's your favorite, wandering in without even a knock. Just three steps in, a glance to see if he's awake, and opening up. She hasn't even bothered to bring in any flowers.

America stands across the room and folds her arms. "I was in for a checkup, thought I'd see how bad it was. Looks to me like a case of malingering." She pauses. It really had been that. No sense of friendship or camaraderie here, they had no grounds for that, just making sure a co-worker wasn't going to die on them. "Going to ask them to step up the armor when you're getting the next one fabricated?"