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In the couple of months after an election, there's always a lull. For Molly, it started early, too, all her gearing up amounting to nothing after Victra disappeared. Part of her thinks she ought to enjoy that downtime, but she would rather be staying busy, constantly aware that this is the only place she'll ever get to have a fraction of the career she always wanted and not thrilled to have that stalled now. Besides, it keeps her mind occupied at a time when she could really use that. She's had a few meetings with the documentarians who want her to speak in their project about Patrick Bateman, and while she hasn't come to a decision yet, she knows she needs to do so soon. It's not a terrible idea; it's just also not easy to have all of that brought back to the surface again.

What she needs is a distraction. Rather than sitting around the too-quiet office, she decides to head out to get something to eat, dimly aware, when she heads into a nearby diner, that it's where Celeste works, but still a little surprised to see her after she takes a seat in a booth by the wall. "Hey," she says with a lopsided smile. "How've things been?"