In spite of everything, Molly can't help but smile at that, small and weary but unspeakably fond. "You know me so well," she says, half-teasing. "Shitty late night TV is my favorite." In the past, it's just been what she's had time for, and she's come to enjoy it because of that. Now, though, she has a feeling that there's going to be a lot more TV-watching in her future. Even once they let her out, she thinks, there's no way in hell she could go into work like this. They probably wouldn't even want her to. "The remote should be right over there."