[center][color=00CED1][h1]Alex Thompson[/h1][/color]
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Alex thanked the waiter as she started to nibble away at her order. She chewed and savored before swallowing. [color=00CED1]"You see, the president could go shopping, and they'd close down the whole place for security measures. Security's gone up too. With all the reports on the news, I'm not surprised."[/color] Alex took another bite of the fish after dipping it in tartar then ketchup. [color=00CED1]"You know, M? I wouldn't be surprised if the National Guard was activated. I have a few moments to spare, so I stay caught up with this stuff. These cases are happening quicker, you know?"[/color]

It was a bit over the top, but was it a stretch? What she'd just said. With the national fear rising, she listened when she went about her day, and doctors not knowing what was going on, security shown through military wasn't an outlandish idea. The Guard was always deployed for natural disasters. The difference was that this one wasn't concentrated in one spot. She could go on and on about this. Maria didn't need to hear this though. 

Sighing, Alex clapped her hands together then pointed them at Maria. [color=00CED1]"Too much doom and gloom. Sorry. So what do you think?"[/color] She hinted towards the fish and chips. [color=00CED1]"You've gotta try that chili sauce. I like it, but I can't pass on tartar and ketchup. Nope. Outfits for tonight. I have some new eyeliner. You can use some. Some thickness would really jive for the concert. Are you feeling punk-ish? Yeah, punk-ish sounds fitting too."[/color]

Alex gave Maria a look over. She rose an eyebrow. [color=00CED1]"My clothes might be a wee bit big on you,"[/color] she said.