The words hurt so bad and she shifted, crossing her arms over her chest, almost hugging herself as she stared into the fridge for a minute. "They're... I don't know. You would think by now I might have some clue. We're... working on things," she said, grabbing two bottles and coming in, handing one to Frank moving to sit on the chair kitty corner to the couch.

"Is this going to end in shooting up my town again?" Okay so maybe tiny things in her mind had changed. She had to be stronger after all she had been through.