She has a photobook she's composing. Yes, she's a solid Spade (so everyone thinks, even Meghana), but this was ridiculously wonderful. The high and mighty getting knocked down a few pegs is always a good thing, it keeps a suit sharp. Really, the Spades were getting soft and seeing an edge of teeth among neighbors isn't a bad thing. (Of course, she knew about it and wasn't a victim).

Clothes? Take them. Computers? Blood murder. No screaming. Just the act, and simply because of the information on the computers. When he smiles, she returns a cheeky one. "I am in the Pub. It's quiet and completely free of Spades until I walked in." She bobs her head, "Your kids did good, Novak."