Mindy sighed, slowing the car down. Sandy was an OK girl, and she liked her, but she really fucking hated it when the girl underscored her own fight to survive. She knew firsthand (had to find out the hard way) that doing that set you low in your mind, and that didn't help anyone.

But Mindy was, right now, not the lecturing type. "It'd be nice if we could just cruise like this, even in that fucktard Capitol if it meant we could go to the beach."