"Damn right we are," Molly agrees, and then she does smile, just a little. He's right, of course, but it's more than that, too. It's the fact that it at least sounds like he actually means to do something about it. Too many people, no matter what world they're in, don't. They'll sit back and talk about what should be changed, what should be fixed, and they won't even try to do anything about it themselves. She's just one person, and even she'll admit to having gotten comfortable enough in her job here that she has, at times, lost sight of their needing something bigger, but with enough support rallied, they might at least get listened to. Something might happen. "Well, you know, if I can do anything to help, I've got some friends in high places, as it were. And I don't need convincing."

It's a big goal, but God knows she's never shied away from those. Being here is all the more reason for her not to. What time she has, she wants to make the most of it, and that means, too, making her life here as good as it can be, not standing for being a second-rate citizen in a city she never chose to make her home in the first place. It can be easy to feel like nothing will ever really change in a place like this, but just this conversation leaves her feeling optimistic, almost downright fucking inspired, which she thinks would seem stupid if it weren't clear how much he means everything he says. Instead, it's just kind of refreshing.

Abruptly, her smile widens a little around the edge of her glass, staying in place when she lowers it again. "Still feel like you're going to fall asleep on my couch?" she asks. "Or is talking politics not enough to keep you awake?"