"Oh I just assumed that was what was going to happen. It's just kind of a thing for us, it makes for good story telling at least, bad for insurance premiums." There has to be a database where they have a long list of people they are just waiting to deny for insurance and on that list is the name Carpenter and Dresden. Their preexisting condition doesn't have a fancy medical name but it does come with lots of broken bones and weird injuries. Well maybe Dresden isn't on that list, but still.

Margaret knows, kinda, what is going to go down. It's not like you walk up to someone who has had a substantial number of friends suddenly violently die and expect them to be chill. Which is why she is more still than usual. Heart thumping and humming in her chest, hands cold, palms slightly sweaty. Mom's spaghetti.

"Yes," is all she says to that. It's weird to agree with an authority figure but this isn't like staying out late at night, or getting a piercing, it's not like that at all. Reaching down she slings her bag over her shoulder and slips on the sunglasses. "We ready to go?"